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I slipped half-way down the little companion ladder to take a peep at Miss Temple, and on observing her to be resting quietly, I returned, and after lighting my pipe anew, stepped over to Mr. Lush, who was employed in cutting off a piece of tobacco from a black cake to serve him as a quid.
‘It is not often hereabouts,' said I, by way of starting a conversation, ‘that one has a sky like that all day long overhanging one's mastheads.'