"The Captain's in such a desperate hurry, that there's no time for love-making. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner.
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