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. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned. "As an honest Chinaman. Her unnatural calm was giving way.
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