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marryat-forster-1842	marryat	marryat-forster-1842	1842		.txt	text/plain	137133	5664	72	I tell you what, my lads, if poor Mr Newton is to die, let this scoundrel keep him company. The captain looked glum, and Miss Revel observing it, turned the conversation, by inquiring--Who was that gentleman who saved me from falling? Mr Newton Forster, one of the mates of the vessel.	cache/marryat-forster-1842.txt	txt/marryat-forster-1842.txt