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his way, than of any living thing? I know it. I'm the only man on the ship who does know it, and why it is I can't tell you. I didn't think he was capable of a human feeling."
"It's very good of him to waste so much affection on me," said I, meaning to be derisive, but Osbart checked me.
"Don't laugh," he exclaimed; "you owe your life to him alone."
