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เกม สล็อต แคน ดี้ ป๊ อป "I thought I should like it, but I find I do not as well as I expected," answered Christy. "I am sure he would," protested Paul. "I don't believe you will find many hands down here, Mr. Pennant," said Mike in a whisper. "If I have had any headache, I have entirely recovered from it," replied Christy, laughing heartily. "I came on board only an hour ago, doctor, and I have had no headache, thank you." Though the second lieutenant of the Bronx had not been to breakfast, it was not his stomach that made the first demand upon him. He directed the steward to remain in the gangway and apprise him of the coming of any person in the direction of the cabin and ward room. Dave took his station on the steps. Mr. Flint entered the stateroom, and the first thing he did was to drop down on his knees and thrust his right hand into the space under the berth. It was instantly grasped by Christy, and given a warm pressure. "I am willing to believe that he is doing his duty to his country, and his grand mistake is in 108 believing that the fraction of it in rebellion is his country." "Perfectly, Mr. Pennant." Flanger in the Captain's Cabin.—Page 281.