The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. He was not a sailor. "I have killed her," cried Jack. The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed first upon the infant, and then on himself.
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