Can you kill yourself?” He asked quietly. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. “Indeed, I must implore you to return.
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