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What did they want with her and where were they making for?
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other man, the hard-faced Englishman, was undoubtedly a desperate type. George Ionides had seen that immediately. It had been no surprise to him at all when, an hour previously, the men had taken More Page David Duke aboard the Cynthia two objects wrapped in sacking that were clearly guns of some sort. George had politely microburst
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Athenian told him very forcefully that, as soon as More Page David Duke the transfer was complete, he must head straight on south to Ios and stay there until the two parties rejoined contact tomorrow afternoon or evening. Cheerfully and readily, he had sailed south at a good eight knots until the Cynthia was below fslr
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