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. All concerned in the dark transaction must have perished. “It’s like this,” he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch. ’ ‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. “But it makes me feel inhuman,” he added.
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