have been those two or three glasses of sound wine.”

“Shall I tell you what it is?” I said, looking him full in the face, with eyes that I dare say were wild enough with fever and insomnia. “It’s the burning of the Lady Jermyn!” I cried. “It’s the faces and the shrieks of the women; it’s the cursing and the fighting of the men; it’s boat-loads struggling in an oily sea; it’s husbands and wives jumping overboard together; it’s men turned into devils, it’s hell-fire afloat - “

“Stop! stop! ” he

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