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1    1,   10|        the yacht to report his ill success. Mary Grant and
2    1,   23|      it even seemed after this ill success and this useless
3    2,    1|       all,” he added, “it’s an ill wind that blows nobody good,
4    2,   19|      be irrevocably lost. This ill success had cost the loss
5    3,    5|   Brazilian woman who was very ill. She had only a few days
6    3,    8|       Winter that it makes him ill, and prevents him from flying.
7    3,   11|    house; when he is seriously ill, and when he is dead. If
8    3,   14| defended by the natives. If by ill luck the Maories, more cunning
9    3,   19|      did, that—We must both be ill with fever, Robert.”~A second