He gave an order, the proa was floated and the sail run up. "Let the gentleman take his own course," said Jonathan, mildly. I feel like a fraudulent trustee. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm.
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