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There be two at the fore, At theall of a row; Here's fine, dainty meat For the fishes to eat: Black Bartlemy--Bartlemy ho!

There's a fine Spanish dao; Till your black heart shall feel Your own cursed steel: Black Bartle voice, sweating and shivering in the dark, knew that, since I was indeed Black Bartleo

Thus it befell that of a sudden I found ainst a rock and rowing stronger, I stared away to the reef where this man Humphrey waited o there I wept because it was so far off

Now as I stood grieving thus, I saw one stand belowalso towards the reef, a woown of rich satin and eirdle, and about her head a scarf of lace And this woht-clasped as one that grieved also; suddenly she raised her head and lifted folded hands to the cloudless heaven in passionate supplication And beholding her face I knew her for the poor Spanish lady ieance on reat cry, I sank on my knees: "Mercy, O God--mercy! Let me not be mad!"

Yet, even as I prayed, I knew that ain into the dreadful dark

But God (whose mercy is infinite) hearkened to ht me up from that black abyss and showed me two marvels, the which filled me onder and a sudden, passionate hope And the first was the bandage that swathed h to set e was of linen, very fine and delicate, such as I kneas not to be found upon the whole island; yet here was it, bound about my hurt, plain and manifest and set there by hands well-skilled in such kindly work

And my second wonder was a silver beaker or ewer, very artfully wrought and all chased and ens of fruit and flower and of a rare crafts set within my reach and half-full of milk The better to behold this, I raised myself and with infinite labour But now, and suddenly, she was before ain, this poor Spanish lady I had slain upon a ti But she, falling upon her knees, sought to clasp re my weakness) I strove wildly to hold her off