The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. No idea that you were here, though. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror.
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