"Not my king's," returned Wood. "Take me, then," replied the widow. ‘No, but I seen the light, sir. Folks don’t like ’em. . The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative.
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