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Chapter 85 Now hang it! quoth I, as I lookd towards the French coasta man should know something of his own country too, before he goes abroadand I never gave a peep into Rochester church, or took notice of the dock of Chatham, or visited St. Thomas at Canterbury, though they all three laid in my way But mine, indeed, is a particular case So without arguing the matter further with Thomas oBecket, or any one elseI skipd into the boat, and in five minutes we got under sail, and scudded away like the wind. Pray, captain, quoth I, as I was going down into the cabin, is a man never overtaken by Death in this passage? Why, there is not time for a man to be sick in it, replied heWhat a cursed lyar! for I am sick as a horse, quoth I, alreadywhat a brain! upside down!hey-day! the cells are broke loose one into another, and the blood, and the lymph, and the nervous juices, with the fixd and volatile salts, are all jumbled into one massgood G..! every thing turns round in it like a thousand whirlpoolsId give a shilling to know if I shant write the clearer for it Sick! sick! sick! sick! When shall we get to land? captainthey have hearts like stonesO I am deadly sick!reach me that thing, boytis the most discomfiting sicknessI wish I was at the bottomMadam! how is it with you? Undone! undone! un. . .O! undone! sirWhat the first time?No, tis the second, third, sixth, tenth time, sir,hey-day!what a trampling over head! hollo! cabin boy! whats the matter? The wind choppd about! sDeaththen I shall meet him full in the face. What luck!tis choppd about again, masterO the devil chop it Captain, quoth she, for heavens sake, let us get ashore. |
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