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KYRLE BELLEW
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"Und how?" cried the furious old man, "und how? Mit a slate!"

Next week Bob took his cargo aboard at "dot damned Irish shanty," but when too drunk to move or be moved he coiled himself up on the verandah of "Mine Haus." Here Paddy Fahy saw him and chuckled.