"Fox-terriers of the sea; friends with every ship that comes along. " There was a roaring in her ears like that of angry waters. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat.
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