‘But this Englishwoman,’ asked the man Valade, his puzzlement plain to see, ‘who was she?’ The question irritated Charvill. " "Since you require it, I must obey," replied Kneebone; "but prepare yourself for a terrible shock. She's not for pleasure, but for work. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. Charity for the ragtag and the bobtail of the Seven Seas, and none for his own flesh and blood. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts.
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