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The stranger with the red beard and the glasses returned Auntie Robbo's kisses politely, though with evident astonishment. "Please," he managed to say at last. "Please, how did you expect me? And I am not drowned, you know--no, not at all. Not in the least drowned."
Pete and Hector were still gaping. They were even more astonished than the stranger at Auntie Robbo's behaviour, for they knew absolutely nothing about a Frenchman, drowned or otherwise, who might be on Shanna.