“If I thought for a moment that there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and tell him the truth even now. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. 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. But you belong to me—and I want you.
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