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Charlie kept silence. He felt that it would be useless to appeal to the mercy of the mate, who appeared bent upon carrying him away. He turned his face resolutely away from Randall, for whom 长沙桑拿按摩 he began to entertain a stronger feeling of dislike than he had supposed

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himself capable of feeling. Hitherto he had only been accustomed to an atmosphere of affection, and though he had met[102] with some rebuffs in his daily search for employment, he could always return at night to a home and a mother, with whom he could forget whatever had been disagreeable during the day. Now his position was entirely changed. The only one he knew on board the vessel was one whom he had no reason to believe friendly, but very much the reverse.

By this time the noise upon deck, which he could hear plainly, had become greater and greater. He could hear frequent orders given by the captain, and also by the mate, who had now returned to his post.

Soon the vessel, which had been at rest, appeared to be moving. He could hear the plashing of the 长沙桑拿价格多少钱 water against its sides. He felt that it was in motion, slow at first, but

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afterwards more rapid. He conjectured that the ship was being towed out to sea by a steam-tug.

He wished that at least he could get to a window, and catch a last glimpse of the land to which he was about to bid so unexpected a farewell. But this, tied hand and foot as he was, was impossible, and he felt that now it[103] would do him no good even if he should succeed in breaking his bonds. Already they were speeding out to sea as fast as the tug could convey them. There was no redress or help for him beyond the limits of the vessel in which his tyrants exercised absolute control, for he felt well assured that Captain Brace was in league with the mate, or, at all events, would interpose his authority to support Randall in his plans.

So time sped on, the 长沙桑拿水会 ship continuing all the while in steady motion.

At length the tug left them and returned to the city, leaving the vessel to shift for itself. Although Charlie could not see what was going on, he judged this from the noise and shouts of command given above, to which he listened with sharpened attention.

Charlie felt that with the departure of the steam-tug all possibility of escape had passed. The last link which had bound him to the shore had been snapped asunder.

While he was plunged in sorrowful thought he suddenly heard a step descending the stairs.

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Thinking it was the mate, of whom he felt that he should see in future much more than he cared, he did not turn his head.

“Hallo, my lad,” was the salutation of the new-comer, in a rough, but hearty voice, “how came you in this trim?”

It was not the mate’s harsh voice. Quickly turning round, Charlie’s eyes rested on the bronzed but good-humored face of Bill Sturdy, the stout 长沙桑拿夜生活论坛 sailor to whom reference has already been made. Whatever may be thought of physiognomy as an index of character, it is undeniable that we are either attracted to or repelled from certain faces.

Now the first sight of Bill Sturdy’s honest and good-humored face seemed to Charlie like a ray of light in a dark place. He felt that he was a man to be trusted.

“Will you be a friend to me?” asked Charlie, with instinctive confidence.

“That I will, my lad,” exclaimed Bill, with hearty emphasis; “but tell me who tied you up in this fashion?”

“His name is Randall, and I believe he is the mate.”

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“The lubberly rascal! And what did he do that for?”