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Chapter 7

           Yetitwasnosuchmatter;but(asIwasafterwardstold)acommonhabitofthecaptain’s,whichIheresetdowntoshowthateventheworstmanmayhavehiskindlierside.Wewerethenpassing,itappeared,withinsomemilesofDysart,wherethebrigwasbuilt,andwhereoldMrs.Hoseason,thecaptain’smother,hadcomesomeyearsbeforetolive;andwhetheroutwardorinwardbound,theCovenantwasneversufferedtogobythatplacebyday,withoutagunfiredandcoloursshown.

           Ihadnomeasureoftime;dayandnightwerealikeinthatill-smellingcavernoftheship’sbowelswhereIlay;andthemiseryofmysituationdrewoutthehourstodouble.Howlong,therefore,Ilaywaitingtoheartheshipsplituponsomerock,ortofeelherreelheadforemostintothedepthsofthesea,Ihavenotthemeansofcomputation.Butsleepatlengthstolefrommetheconsciousnessofsorrow.

           Iwasawakenedbythelightofahand-lanternshininginmyface.Asmallmanofaboutthirty,withgreeneyesandatangleoffairhair,stoodlookingdownatme.

           “Well,”saidhe,“howgoesit?”

           Iansweredbyasob;andmyvisitorthenfeltmypulseandtemples,andsethimselftowashanddressthewounduponmyscalp.

           “Ay,”saidhe,“asoredunt.What,man?Cheerup!Theworld’snodone;you’vemadeabadstartofitbutyou’llmakeabetter.Haveyouhadanymeat?”

           IsaidIcouldnotlookatit:andthereuponhegavemesomebrandyandwaterinatinpannikin,andleftmeoncemoretomyself.

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