There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. Look out, it’s coming. ‘She would not tell me. "Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch. She slipped into bed and struggled to stay awake until she heard Cathy and Larry 14 stirring. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six.
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