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Oh! One hundred and thirty-four dollars is only part of his pocket-money - for one month only! You don't remember hittin' anything when you fell over, do you? Crack ag'in' a stanchion, le's say. Old man Hasken o' the "East Wind" - Troop seemed to be talking to himself - "he tripped on a hatch an' butted the mainmast with his head - hardish. 'Baout three weeks afterwards, old man Hasken he would hev it that the "East Wind" was a commerce-destroyin' man-o'-war, so he declared war on Sable Island because it was Bridish, an' the shoals run aout too far. They sewed him up in a bed-bag, his head an' feet appearin', fer the rest o' the trip, an' now he's to home in Essex playin' with little rag dolls."红音萤吹在线播放PC蛋蛋导航