" "Let me touch you, then; let me feel if you are really flesh and blood," cried the poor maniac, creeping towards him on all fours. He saw Enschede, making the empty sea, alone, alone, forever alone. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. " Upon which, he plunged his oars deeply into the stream, and the bark shot from the strand.
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