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The date is between twenty and thirty years ago. The place is an English sea-port. The time is night. And the business of the moment is—dancing. The Mayor and Corporation of the town are giving a gr…
“Now, my dear!” Mrs. Crayford began, “what does this mean?” “Nothing.” “That won’t do, Clara. Try again.” “The heat of the room—” “That won’t do, either. Say that you choose to keep your own secr…
The burden on Clara’s mind weighs on it more heavily than ever, after what Mrs. Crayford has said to her. She is too unhappy to feel the inspiriting influence of the dance. After a turn round the roo…
It was not easy to find Mrs. Crayford in the crowd. Searching here, and searching there, Frank became conscious of a stranger, who appeared to be looking for somebody, on his side. He was a dark, hea…
The morning of the next day—the morning on which the ships were to sail—came bright and breezy. Mrs. Crayford, having arranged to follow her husband to the water-side, and see the last of him before …
Good-by to England! Good-by to inhabited and civilized regions of the earth! Two years have passed since the voyagers sailed from their native shores. The enterprise has failed—the Arctic expedition…
The first sound that broke the silence came from the inner apartment. An officer lifted the canvas screen in the hut of the Sea-mew and entered the main room. Cold and privation had badly thinned th…
The sailor on watch opened the outer door. There, plodding over the ghastly white snow, were the officers of the Wanderer approaching the hut. There, scattered under the merciless black sky, were th…
Crayford touched his friend on the shoulder to rouse him. Wardour looked up, impatiently, with a frown. “I was just asleep,” he said. “Why do you wake me?” “Look round you, Richard. We are alone.” …
Ax in hand, Wardour approached Frank’s bed-place. “If I could only cut the thoughts out of me,” he said to himself, “as I am going to cut the billets out of this wood!” He attacked the bed-place wit…
