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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Ebb-Tide by Stevenson & Osbourne: horror of breaking into cargo showing incongruously forth on
board that stolen ship. 'There was never any good came of
games like that.'
'You byby!' said Huish. 'A fellow would think (to 'ear him)
we were on the square! And look 'ere, you've put this job up
'ansomely for me, 'aven't you? I'm to go on deck and steer while
you two sit and guzzle, and I'm to go by nickname, and got to
call you "sir" and "mister." Well, you look here, my bloke: I'll
have fizz ad lib., or it won't wash. I tell you that. And you
know mighty well, you ain't got any man-of-war to signal now.'
Davis was staggered. 'I'd give fifty dollars this had never
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