Britton's steam-yacht tore out its lungs in protest at the black smudge of a coasting vessel reeling straight across its bows. The siren bellowed thrice in a choking fury of warning and denunciation till the echoes boomed over the Algerian harbor and floated high up to the Mustapha Superieure, where English lords slept at peace in luxurious hotels.…
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