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Chapter 39

           Theretheywere—thesame,theverysame!—onlythistimealltheirlividfaceswereliftedandturnedtowardsme,andthoughtheirlipsnevermoved,theword‘Misery!’seemeduttered,forIheardittollinglikeafuneralbellontheairandacrossthesea!...AndSibyl,withherfaceofdeathinthecoilsofasilentflame,...Sibylsmiledatme!——asmileoftortureandremorse!...God!—Icouldendureitnolonger!Leapingfrommyhammock,Irantowardsthevessel’sedge,...oneplungeintothecoolwaves,...ha!—therestoodAmiel,withhisimpenetrabledarkfaceandferreteyes!

           "CanIassistyousir?"heinquireddeferentially.

           Istaredathim—thenburstintoalaugh.

           "Assistme?Whyno!—youcandonothing.Iwantrest,...andIcannotsleephere,...theairistoocloseandsulphureous——theverystarsareburninghot!..."Ipaused—heregardedmewithhisusualgravelyderisiveexpression."Iamgoingdowntomycabin"—Icontinued,tryingtospeakmorecalmly——"Ishallbealonethere...perhaps!"AgainIlaughedwildlyandinvoluntarily,andstaggeredawayfromhimdownthedeck-stairs,afraidtolookbacklestIshouldseethoseThreeFiguresoffatefollowingme.

           OncesafeinmycabinIshuttothedoorviolently,andinfeverishhaste,seizedmycaseofpistols.Itookoutoneandloadedit.Myheartwasbeatingfuriously—Ikeptmyeyesfixedontheground,lesttheyshouldencounterthedeadeyesofSibyl.

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