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 1 I   |   flung overboard; a sailor boy, fixing a pulley to a cross-beam,
 2 II  |    tone:~“Well, my dear old boy, you are a rich man. I am
 3 III |    murmured: “Well said, my boy.”~But Beausire cried out:~“
 4 IV  |  the Pearl to-day?”~“No, my boy.”~“May I have her with Jean
 5 VII |   not your mother now, poor boy—good-bye.”~It struck him
 6 VII | dejected tone:~“No, my poor boy, it is impossible. You weep
 7 VII |     for so long! Listen, my boy, before God, who hears me,
 8 VIII|  away.”~She murmured:~“Poor boy!”~“But why ‘poor boy’? He
 9 VIII|   Poor boy!”~“But why ‘poor boy’? He will not be in the
10 VIII|   had lost her son, her big boy, but in return she had found
11 IX  |     in haste.~“Good-bye, my boy.” He kissed Pierre on the