"Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. She looked down at him and saw that the sunlight was gleaming from his cheeks, and that all over his cheeks was a fine golden down of delicate hairs. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. That is where I first knew him.
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