The island was snake-free. Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. Ennison, or any other young man. Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. Here they were regaled with another plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the repast. You’re mine. Dunster shall fetch you a cab.
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