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Hook trod the deck in thought. O man unfathomable. It was his hour of triumph. Peter had been removed for ever from his path, and all the other boys were on the brig, about to walk the plank. HOOK TROD THE DECK IN THOUGHT OH MAN UNFATHOMABLE IT WAS THE HOUR OF HIS TRIUMPH PETER HAD BEEN REMOVED FOREVER FROM HIS PATH AND ALL THE OTHER BOYS WERE ON THE BRIG ABOUT TO WALK THE PLANK
 the horror of her name. She was wrapped in the blanket of night, through which no sound from her could have reached the shore. There was little sound, and none agreeable save the whir of the ship's sewing machine at which Smee sat, ever industrious and obliging, the essence of the commonplace, pathetic Smee. I know not why he was so infinitely pathetic, unless it were because he was so pathetically unaware of it; but even strong men had to turn hastily from looking at him, and more than once on summer evenings he had touched the fount of Hook's tears and made it flow. Of this, as of almost everything else, Smee was quite unconscious. A few of the pirates leant over the bulwarks drinking in the miasma of the night; others sprawled by barrels over games of dice and cards; and the exhausted four who had carried the little house lay prone on the deck, where even in their sleep they rolled skilfully to this side or that out of Hook's reach, lest he should claw them mechanically in passing. E FLOATED IMMUNE IN THE HORROR OF HER NAME SHE WAS WRAPPED IN THE BLANKET OF NIGHT THROUGH WHICH NO SOUND FROM HER COULD HAVE REACHED THE SHORE THERE WAS LITTLE SOUND AND NONE AGREEABLE SAVE THE WHIR OF THE SHIP'S SEWING MACHINE AT WHICH SMEE SAT EVER INDUSTRIOUS AND OBLIGING THE ESSENCE OF THE COMMONPLACE PATHETIC SMEE I KNOW NOT WHY HE WAS SO INFINITELY PATHETIC UNLESS IT WERE BECAUSE HE WAS SO PATHETICALLY UNAWARE OF IT BUT EVEN STRONG MEN HAD TO TURN HASTILY FROM LOOKING AT HIM AND MORE THAN ONCE ON SUMMER EVENINGS HE HAD TOUCHED THE THOUGHT OF HOOK'S TEARS AND MADE IT FLOW OF THIS AS OF ALMOST EVERYTHING ELSE SMEE WAS QUITE UNCONSCIOUS A FEW OF THE PIRATES LEANT OVER THE BULWARKS DRINKING IN THE MAISE OF THE NIGHT OTHERS SPRAWLED BY BARRELS OVER GAMES OF DICE AND CARDS AND THE EXHAUSTED FOUR WHO HAD CARRIED THE LITTLE HOUSE LAY PROUD ON THE DECK WHERE EVEN IN THEIR SLEEP THEY ROLLED SKILFULLY TO THIS SIDE OR THAT OUT OF HOOK'S REACH LEST HE SHOULD CLAW THEM MECHANICALLY IN PASSING
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