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He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. " "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. Though they do, in secret, I believe.
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