She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. ‘Oh, peste. " "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. ‘It is imbecile that you are. Mark you, she wasn’t the only one. It would be very good to be Capes’ friend.
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