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Isn't that so, captain? --What are you reading now, captain? Dixon asked. My candle, under a bold flourish, went out, and I perceived, by the uncovered window, that the yielding dusk of earliest morning rendered it unnecessary. I quickly, by way of answer, felt for my letter, drew it forth, held it up, and then, freeing myself, went and laid it on the great hall table. I tried to unite my will with the will of God instant by instant."You mean you're afraid of seeing her again?" "Oh, no; that's nothing--now!" Then I explained. To the South this question is of supreme importance. The laws have caught up with our conscience. Grose, had she been present, might have looked in vain for proof that anything was "out.

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