As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs to the audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buried in reflection. 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. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. Spurling," said Jonathan, who overheard the whisper, "you owe your situation to me.
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