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She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically. It is the only way. Kneebone, he took his departure. Like carpenter, like chips.
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