Chapter 338

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"Sir," he would have said to me, "this is not the way! No, this is not the way!" And how could I have answered him? Towards seven o'clock in the evening a rather thick mist arose; this would tend to make the navigation of the schooner difficult and dangerous. The day, with its emotions of anxiety and alternatives, had worn me out. So I returned to my cabin, where I threw myself on my bunk in my clothes. But sleep did not come to me, owing to my besetting thoughts. I willingly admit that the constant reading of Edgar Poe's works, and reading them in this place in which his heroes delighted, had exercised an influence on me which I did not fully recognize. To-morrow, the forty-eight hours would be up, the last concession which the crew had made to my entreaties. "Things are not going as

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