"O Massa Ireton! Massa Wild!" ejaculated Caliban, "Shack Sheppart gone!" "Gone? you black devil!—Gone?" cried Ireton. . "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. Sheppard had been interred. The expression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity; of the other, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth.
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