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            was a great annoyance when it blew. I remember the appearance of his
            coat, which he patched himself upstairs in his room, and which, before
            the end, was nothing but patches. He never wrote or received a letter,
            and he never spoke with any but the neighbours, and with these, for the
            most part, only when drunk on rum. The great sea-chest none of us had
            ever seen open.</p>
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