“I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. Then he got up and left her. " "I tell 'ee what, landlord," observed the old sailor, quietly replenishing his pipe from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the waterman and Wood quitted the house, "you've said good-b'ye to your friend. There used to be an after deckhouse and a shallow well for the wheel; but I changed that. Loved his memory still, for all he knew. For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient. It isn’t the same thing.
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