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in silence. Rage, shame, and the love of life, all pointed the one way;
and only invention halted: how to reach him? had he strength enough? was
there any help in that misbegotten packet of bones against the house?
His eyes dwelled upon him with a strange avidity, as though he would
read into his soul; and presently the sleeper moved, stirred uneasily,
turned suddenly round, and threw him a blinking look. Davis maintained
the same dark stare, and Huish looked away again and sat up.
'Lord, I've an 'eadache on me!' said he. 'I believe I was a bit swipey
last night. W'ere's that cry-byby 'Errick?'
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Gone,' said the captain.
Ashore?' cried Huish. 'Oh, I say! I'd 'a gone too.'
Would you?' said the captain.
Yes, I would,' replied Huish. 'I like Attwater. 'E's all right; we
got on like one o'clock when you were gone. And ain't his sherry in it,
rather? It's like Spiers and Ponds' Amontillado! I wish I 'ad a drain of
it now.' He sighed.
'Well, you'll never get no more of it--that's one thing,' said Davis,
gravely.
''Ere! wot's wrong with you, Dyvis? Coppers 'ot? Well, look at me! I
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