"I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met," he said; "though how long ago that is, I scarcely know. 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. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. "I cannot do it. A physiognomist, indeed, would have likened him to that crafty animal, and it must be owned the general formation of his features favoured such a comparison.
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