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BOOK I-12
“CHILDER!” SHOUTED PADDY. He was at the cross-trees in the full dawn, whilst the children standing beneath on deck were craning their faces up to him. “There’s an island forenint us.” “Hurrah!” cried d**k. He was not quite sure what an island might be like in the concrete, but it was something fresh, and Paddy’s voice was jubilant. “Land ho! it is,” said he, coming down to the deck. “Come for’ard to the bows, and I’ll show it you.” He stood on the timber in the bows and lifted Emmeline up in his arms; and even at that humble elevation from the water she could see something of an undecided colour—green for choice—on the horizon. It was not directly ahead, but on the starboard bow—or, as she would have expressed it, to the right. When d**k had looked and expressed his disappointment at t
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