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Chapter 7
Thenexttimehecametoseeme,Iwaslyingbetwixtsleepandwaking,myeyeswideopeninthedarkness,thesicknessquitedeparted,butsucceededbyahorridgiddinessandswimmingthatwasalmostworsetobear.Iached,besides,ineverylimb,andthecordsthatboundmeseemedtobeoffire.ThesmelloftheholeinwhichIlayseemedtohavebecomeapartofme;andduringthelongintervalsincehislastvisitIhadsufferedtorturesoffear,nowfromthescurryingoftheship’srats,thatsometimespatteredonmyveryface,andnowfromthedismalimaginingsthathauntthebedoffever.
Theglimmerofthelantern,asatrapopened,shoneinliketheheaven’ssunlight;andthoughitonlyshowedmethestrong,darkbeamsoftheshipthatwasmyprison,Icouldhavecriedaloudforgladness.Themanwiththegreeneyeswasthefirsttodescendtheladder,andInoticedthathecamesomewhatunsteadily.Hewasfollowedbythecaptain.Neithersaidaword;butthefirstsettoandexaminedme,anddressedmywoundasbefore,whileHoseasonlookedmeinmyfacewithanodd,blacklook.
“Now,sir,youseeforyourself,”saidthefirst:“ahighfever,noappetite,nolight,nomeat:youseeforyourselfwhatthatmeans.”
“Iamnoconjurer,Mr.Riach,”saidthecaptain.
“Givemeleave,sir,”saidRiach;“you’veagoodheaduponyourshoulders,andagoodScotchtonguetoaskwith;butIwillleaveyounomannerofexcuse;Iwantthatboytakenoutofthisholeandputintheforecastle.
