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13922

 

13923

I'm gay for Venat

 

13924 im poly for emet and hythlo

 

13925

It was a negro church; and the preacher’s text was about the blackness of darkness, and the weeping and wailing and teeth-gnashing there.

wtf is this book

 

13926

ma'am

 

13927

 

13928

same

 

13929

Ha, Ishmael, muttered I, backing out, Wretched entertainment at the sign of ‘The Trap!’

 

13930

 

13931

Now kiss

Moving on, I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks, and heard a forlorn creaking in the air; and looking up, saw a swinging sign over the door with a white painting upon it, faintly representing a tall straight jet of misty spray, and these words underneath—“The Spouter Inn:—Peter Coffin.”

 

13932

 

13933

Coffin?—Spouter?—Rather ominous in that particular connexion, thought I.

 

13934

 

13935

But it is a common name in Nantucket, they say, and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from there.

 

13936

 

13937

As the light looked so dim, and the place, for the time, looked quiet enough, and the dilapidated little wooden house itself looked as if it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district, and as the swinging sign had a poverty-stricken sort of creak to it, I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings, and the best of pea coffee.

 

13938

 

13939

It was a queer sort of place—a gable-ended old house, one side palsied as it were, and leaning over sadly.

 

13940

It stood on a sharp bleak corner, where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling than ever it did about poor Paul’s tossed craft.

 

13941

Euroclydon, nevertheless, is a mighty pleasant zephyr to any one in-doors, with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed.