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you would give me your receipt, Mistress; for I verily think that my blood will take a month's thawing, before it will run again in my veins."
She made no answer, and, in a tone somewhat piqued, he added, "I believe in my conscience those out-landish gentry have no more feeling without than they have within!"
Encreasing coldness and darkness repressed all further spirit of conversation, till the pilot proclaimed that they were half way over the straits.
A general exclamation of joy now broke forth from all, while the new comer, suddenly casting something into the sea, ejaculated, in French, "Sink, and be as nothing!" And then, clasping her hands, added, "Heaven be praised, 'tis gone for ever!"
The pilot scolded and swore; every one was surprized and curious; and the elderly man plumply demanded, "Pray what have you thrown overboard, Mistress?"
