He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. ” An awkward moment of silence followed. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it. " "Ah. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven.
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