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Giving over his attempt to determine the shadow, he stepped out on deck and started forward, walking with a swiftness and confidence which surprised me. And still there was that hint of the feebleness of the blind in his walk. I knew it now for what it was. ¡¡¡¡To my amused chagrin, he discovered my shoes on the forecastle-head and brought them back with him into the galley. I watched him build the fire and set about cooking food for himself; then I stole into the cabin for my marmalade and underclothes,
oil paintingsslipped back past the galley, and climbed down to the beach to deliver my barefoot report. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR. ¡¡¡¡'IT'S TOO BAD THE GHOST HAS LOST her masts. Why, we could sail away in her. Don't you think we could, Humphrey?' ¡¡¡¡I sprang excitedly to my feet. ¡¡¡¡'I wonder- I wonder,' I repeated, pacing up and down.
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