After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. I will be as silent as the grave. And, turning to his daughter, he gave the necessary directions in a low tone. She wanted him so badly it hurt. It might be three yards in width, and a few more in length; but it was covered with ooze and slime, and the waves continually broke over it. "Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave.
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