" "Here is the sum you bargained for," rejoined Trenchard, flinging a pocket-book on the table; "count it. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. S. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Stir a foot, and I strike.
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