" We are sailing under false colours,’ whispered Stephen. ‘Is not that very heinous?’ ‘Eh?’ ‘Wicked, morally indefensible?’ ‘Bless you, sir, we always do that, at sea. But we’ll show our own at the last minute, you may be sure, before ever we fire a gun. That’s justice. Look at him, now – he’s throwing out a Danish waft, and as like as not he’s no more a Dane than my grandam. "
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