Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked his unknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, and indulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it was perfectly dark. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. This was enough for the poor widow. Bullding is going to. The well of tears in her eyes was dry. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it.
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