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Stephen frowned and said 'I cannot conceive what you hope to gain by placing them there, and ruining our parlour, our music-room, our one solace on the ocean's bosom. But then I am no great sailor.'

'Oh, I should never say that: oh not at all, not really,' said Jack.

–The Nutmeg of Consolation, Patrick O’Brian