" CHAPTER V. Once a sick sailor drew three pictures for me and set down every stay and brace and sail—square-rigger, schooner, and sloop. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. I cannot turn into a bat.
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