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"Say!" he burst out. "I lied to you, Lou, I didn't fall out o' no tree, I was jest scared plum stiff when you found me, that's all." "She's not the Minorca?" cried the Admiral. "William Wilson will tell us why Christ walked on the sea of Galilee," he boomed. "Come William, answer up, my boy.".
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