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Chapter 54

           Therewastheredsun,onthelowleveloftheshore,inapurplehaze,fastdeepeningintoblack;andtherewasthesolitaryflatmarsh;andfarawaythereweretherisinggrounds,betweenwhichandusthereseemedtobenolife,savehereandthereintheforegroundamelancholygull.

           Asthenightwasfastfalling,andasthemoon,beingpastthefull,wouldnotriseearly,weheldalittlecouncil;ashortone,forclearlyourcoursewastoliebyatthefirstlonelytavernwecouldfind.So,theypliedtheiroarsoncemore,andIlookedoutforanythinglikeahouse.Thusweheldon,speakinglittle,forfourorfivedullmiles.Itwasverycold,and,acolliercomingbyus,withhergalley-firesmokingandflaring,lookedlikeacomfortablehome.Thenightwasasdarkbythistimeasitwouldbeuntilmorning;andwhatlightwehad,seemedtocomemorefromtheriverthanthesky,astheoarsintheirdippingstruckatafewreflectedstars.

           Atthisdismaltimewewereevidentlyallpossessedbytheideathatwewerefollowed.Asthetidemade,itflappedheavilyatirregularintervalsagainsttheshore;andwheneversuchasoundcame,oneorotherofuswassuretostart,andlookinthatdirection.Hereandthere,thesetofthecurrenthadworndownthebankintoalittlecreek,andwewereallsuspiciousofsuchplaces,andeyedthemnervously.Sometimes,"Whatwasthatripple?"oneofuswouldsayinalowvoice.

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