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A GRIM TURN OF MARCH MADNESS Day by day, Sir Ralph Westleigh's mental sickness increased. It strengthened in the dark, like a blight on corn. Very gradually, and day by day, it grew over the brig
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A GRIM TURN OF MARCH MADNESS Day by day, Sir Ralph Westleigh's mental sickness increased. It strengthened in the dark, like a blight on corn. Very gradually, and day by day, it grew over the brig
THE MOTHER Dame Kingswell, the widow of that good merchant of Bristol whom Queen Elizabeth had knighted in her latter d…
OVER THE SIDE With a fearful grinding of timbers and rattling of spars, the merchantman's larboard bow scraped alo…
THE BRIDEGROOM ATTENDS TO OTHER MATTERS THAN LOVE The dainty bride leaned on her husband's arm, and together they …
PIERRE D'ANTONS SIGNALS HIS OLD COMRADES, AND AGAIN PUTS TO SEA The wilderness, that grim thing of naked rock, bro…
IN THE MERRY CITY The Heart of the West was boarded by a lieutenant of infantry, inside the Narrows, and was quickly p…
THE FIRST STAGE OF THE HOMEWARD VOYAGE IS BRAVELY ACCOMPLISHED At nine o'clock of the morning of the twenty-second…
WHILE THE SPARS ARE SCRAPED It is difficult to imagine the feelings of the skippers and crews of the good ship Plover …
MAGGIE STONE TAKES MUCH UPON HERSELF Shortly before midnight, Tom Bent went quietly about the task of waking both watch…
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