Commodore Junk — page 246: what you’re looking at

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UNDER ANOTHER RULE. 239 ‘fT don’t think a man who is faithful to the woman he loved can be very bad,” said the voice, softly. ‘Faithful ! why, I suppose he has a dozen wives here?” “Het Oh,no! I don’t know, sir, exactly, but I have seen him go to the old chamber in one of these ruinous places, and lhe goes there to pray by the side of a coffin.” “What?” cried Humphrey. “ Yes, a coffin; and it contains the body of the woman he loved, or else of his sister. No one here knows but Dinny and Bart, and u “ Hist !” whispered Humphrey, catching up a bunch of grapes and beginning to eat them. He had heard the distant step of his guardian, and then there was silence, for Bart seemed to creep up and listen before entering, which he did at last, to find the prisoner muttering to himself and eating the grapes. “Done ?” “Yes, You can clear away.” Bart obeyed and turned to go, but as he reached the curtain— “You have plenty of cigars?” he said. “oy y” “Ah, well, I’ve got some there,” growled Bart, and he handed the prisoner half a dozen roughly-made rolls of the tobacco-leaf. “‘ Now, you understand,” he continued, as he made to go once more, “you're to keep here till the skipper comes back.” “Are you afraid I shall escape?” said Humphrey, con- temptuously. “ Not a bit, captain; but when one man’s life depends on another’s, it makes him careful.” The curtain dropped behind him, and Humphrey stood COMnnicloOol<s