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BOOK I-10
“DADDY’S A LONG TIME coming,” said d**k all of a sudden. They were seated on the baulks of timber that cumbered the deck of the brig on either side of the caboose. An ideal perch. The sun was setting over Australia way, in a sea that seemed like a sea of boiling gold. Some mystery of mirage caused the water to heave and tremble as if troubled by fervent heat. “Ay, is he,” said Mr. Button; “but it’s better late than never. Now don’t be thinkin’ of him, for that won’t bring him. Look at the sun goin’ into the wather, and don’t be spakin’ a word, now, but listen and you’ll hear it hiss.” The children gazed and listened, Paddy also. All three were mute as the great blazing shield touched the water that leapt to meet it. You could hear the water hiss—if you had imagination enough. Once havi
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