Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. She saw nothing of their love-making, and came home from her boarding-school in a state of decently suppressed curiosity for Alice’s wedding. The skipper, Van Galgebrok, affirmed to me,—nay, gave me the additional testimony of two of his crew,—that he was thrown overboard. Instead, her husband was probably wise. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife.
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