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He made an eager movement, but hardly gave it a glance.
I got up, shut the door of the bathroom, and invited him to have
a look round, as if I were very proud of my accomodation.
He had to rise and be shown round, but he went through the business
without any raptures whatever.
"And now we'll have a look at my stateroom," I declared,
in a voice as loud as I dared to make it, crossing the cabin
to the starboard side with purposely heavy steps.
He followed me in and gazed around. My intelligent double had vanished.
I played my part.
"Very convenient--isn't it?"
Very nice. Very comf . . ." He didn't finish and went out
brusquely as if to escape from some unrighteous wiles of mine.
But it was not to be. I had been too frightened not to feel vengeful;
I felt I had him on the run, and I meant to keep him on the run.
My polite insistence must have had something menacing in it,
because he gave in suddenly. And I did not let him off a single item;
mate's room, pantry, storerooms, the very sail locker which was
also under the poop--he had to look into them all. When at last I
showed him out on the quarter-deck he drew a long, spiritless sigh,
and mumbled dismally that he must really be going back toyilai：
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