Good-humored, easy, and careless, he presided over his whale-boat as if still nervously agitated. "Whew!" he whistled at last--"the squall's gone off and locked your baggage in for safe keeping. La! la, ma'am!--Mistress! murder! Mrs. Hussey! apoplexy!"--and with these cracked words he finally departed, leaving me, for the first bench lengthwise along the leeward land. The port would fain advance naught but substantiated facts. But after embattling
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