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Pressing the glove within the pocket of his pea-jacket, Stirling strode to the waist of the Pole Star. From this position he glanced upward at the quarter-deck, which was deserted.
The soft aroma of the perfume struck to his nostrils and he searched his brain for the events which led up to the dainty offering tossed down to him.
Marr and Whit