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ae sexy191 At the last order the men levelled their oars, feathering the blades, and remained like eight statues in their seats. Vincent listened with all his ears in the dead silence which prevailed. "What are you about?" demanded the prisoner, attempting to shake off his captor when he felt the cold iron. "I suppose it is the righteousness of the cause in particular that calls forth your admiration," chuckled Christy.