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Blunt nodded towards the volume of lurid smoke that
rolled up out of the glow.—‘Suppose there is a shipload of
those poor devils? I can’t refuse to take ‘em in.’
‘No,’ says Pine gloomily, ‘I suppose you can’t. If they
come, I must stow ‘em somewhere. We’ll have to run for the
Cape, with the first breeze, if they do come, that is all I can
see for it,’ and he turned away to watch the burning vessel.

For the Term of His Natural Life