His throat filled; he wanted to weep. "Put about, waterman, for God's sake!" cried Wood, whose humanity got the better of every personal consideration; "some one is overboard. “Yes, I believe he is. He died when I was. The entrance was barred against them; and they had the additional mortification of hearing Sheppard's loud laughter at their discomfiture. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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