Commodore Junk — page 354: what you’re looking at

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LAST WORDS. 3847 him seemed to be blurred and dim. He was almost alone in the great club-room, for the various diners had risen and gone, and for the time being the long, gloomy place seemed to be the old prison chamber, with its stone altar and great carven idol gazing stolidly down upon him as he said softly : Mary Dell! True woman! I shall never love again!” He drained the glass to the memory of Commodore Junk, and, stubborn Englishman to the last, he kept his word. CONnnicloOolk<s