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¡¡¡¡I left Mr. Mugridge on deck, in the hands of a couple of grinning sailors who had been told off for the purpose. Mr. Mugridge was sleepily spluttering that he was a gentleman's son. But as I descended the companion-stairs to clear the table I heard him shriek as the first bucket of water struck him. ¡¡¡¡Wolf Larsen was counting his winnings. ¡¡¡¡'One hundred and eighty-five dollars, even,' he said aloud. 'Just as I thought. The beggar came aboard w
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ithout a cent.' ¡¡¡¡'And what you have won is mine, sir,' I said boldly. ¡¡¡¡He favored me with a quizzical smile. 'Hump, I have studied some grammar in my time, and I think your tenses are tangled. "Was mine," you should have said, not "is mine."' ¡¡¡¡'It is a question, not of grammar, but of ethics,' I answered. ¡¡¡¡It was possibly a minute before he spoke.