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launching the craft into the sea, when his name was called, and, looking 

 round, he observed his companions, Topaz and Blitheheart, rise from a 

 pit which they had dug in the sand. 



" My brother !" said Blitheheai't, " we have watched for you. Let 

 us away from this cursed spot \" and, approaching, they were about to 

 enter the boat. 



" Stay !" said Scowl, " this is all mine. Shall I not be rewarded for 

 my work ? What do you give for your passage .''" 



" You do but jest ! What ! friends barter for an act of grace !" 



" I jest not. Pay me, and you shall make the voyage. Offer to 

 palter, or to touch the gunwale of the craft, and " 



As he spoke out, he seized the oar, and stood in the act to strike. 



" I will humour you, though you do but jest," groaned Blitheheart ; 

 and he gave him some twenty gems. 



" JMore ! — more !" exclaimed the insatiate Scowl. Blitheheart fiiirly 

 quivered with hate, as he surrendered up all |his hoard to the griping 

 hand of Scowl, who then permitted him to take his seat in the boat. 



" Surely you will not leave me \" cried Topaz, in an agony of fear. 



" Ay, will I," replied Scowl, " unless you pay." 



" Alas ! I have no means. I have lost all — all ! But my future 

 profits shall be yours." 



" I am no speculator, brother," answered Scowl, with malicious cool- 

 ness, at the same time pushing the boat from the strand. 



" Blitheheart ! will you pay my passage ?" screamed Topaz, as he 

 waded into the sea, stretching his hand towards the drifting skiff. 



Blitheheart turned aside his head. Topaz, in madness, seized the 

 boat. Scowl, catching up a sword, struck at the petitioner just above 

 the wrist. With a piercing howl, he let go his hold — his hand hung 

 but by the slightest filament ! His shrieks were lost in a sudden shout. 

 The party of Scowl wei'e seen rushing down the beach, followed by the 

 enraged multitude. His foUov/ers begged Scowl to return — he laughed ! 

 One of the men, seizing a musket, fired ; but, missing his aim, wounded 

 the innocent companion of Scowl and Blitheheart. The man was, in an 

 instant, tossed into the sea — the sail was hoisted — the wind sprang up— 

 and on the boat flew from the island. The passengers heard the tumult 

 of the affray — clash of swords — groans and maledictions. The boat sailed 

 on : they were shortly girted round by the wild and dreary sea. 



And the islanders were civihzed. They knew the value of gold and 

 iron : they bought slaves with the one, and made war with the other. 

 They had prisons for debtors ; and they could kill at two hundred 

 paces. They were civilized ! 



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The old pilgrim quitted the companions of his travel when he reached 

 the city. He looked at every house with suspicion. There was in his 

 face the assumed meekness of devotion ; but his eyes had, at times, a 

 wolfish glare, that made the beholder gasp as it flashed upon him. The 

 devotee appeared aged and travel-worn — he seemed to walk and move 

 from the impulse of some deep, unquenchable passion, rather than from 

 the ease of natural motion. Frequently he paused as he slunk through 

 the streets, and then hurried from the door he was about to knock at. 

 He arrived at a mosque, and, as if instinctively, bowed his head. He 

 sat upon the steps, and, wearied with travel, slept. His old limbs were 

 crouched all night upon the marble. When the morning came, numbers 



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