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The Ramadan

           Icouldonlyseepartofthefoot-boardofthebedandalineofthewall,butnothingmore.IwassurprisedtobeholdrestingagainstthewallthewoodenshaftofQueequeg’sharpoon,whichthelandladytheeveningprevioushadtakenfromhim,beforeourmountingtothechamber.That’sstrange,thoughtI;butatanyrate,sincetheharpoonstandsyonder,andheseldomornevergoesabroadwithoutit,thereforehemustbeinsidehere,andnopossiblemistake.

           "Queequeg!—Queequeg!"—allstill.Somethingmusthavehappened.Apoplexy!Itriedtoburstopenthedoor;butitstubbornlyresisted.Runningdownstairs,IquicklystatedmysuspicionstothefirstpersonImet—thechamber-maid."La!la!"shecried,"Ithoughtsomethingmustthematter.Iwenttomakethebedafterbreakfast,andthedoorwaslocked;andnotamousetobeheard;andit’sbeenjustsosilenteversince.ButIthought,maybe,youhadbothgoneoffandlockedyourbaggageinforsafekeeping.La!la,ma’am!—Mistress!murder!Mrs.Hussey!apoplexy!"—andwiththesecriessherantowardsthekitchen,Ifollowing.

           Mrs.Husseysoonappeared,withamustard-potinonehandandavinegar-cruetintheother,havingjustbrokenawayfromtheoccupationofattendingtothecastors,andscoldingherlittleblackboymeantime.

           "Wood-house!"criedI,"whichwaytoit?RunforGod’ssake,andfetchsomethingtopryopenthedoor—theaxe!—theaxe!he’shadastroke;dependuponit!"—andsosayingIwasunmethodicallyrushingupstairsagainempty-handed,whenMrs.Husseyinterposedthemustard-potandvinegar-cruet,andtheentirecastorofhercountenance.

           "What’sthematterwithyou,youngman?"

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