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I
got
a
sleeping
suit
out
of
my
room
and
,
coming
back
on
deck
,
saw
the
naked
man
from
the
sea
sitting
on
the
main
hatch
,
glimmering
white
in
the
darkness
,
his
elbows
on
his
knees
and
his
head
in
his
hands
.
In
a
moment
he
had
concealed
his
damp
body
in
a
sleeping
suit
of
the
same
gray
-
stripe
pattern
as
the
one
I
was
wearing
and
followed
me
like
my
double
on
the
poop
.
Together
we
moved
right
aft
,
barefooted
,
silent
.
“
What
is
it
?
”
I
asked
in
a
deadened
voice
,
taking
the
lighted
lamp
out
of
the
binnacle
,
and
raising
it
to
his
face
.
“
An
ugly
business
.
”
He
had
rather
regular
features
;
a
good
mouth
;
light
eyes
under
somewhat
heavy
,
dark
eyebrows
;
a
smooth
,
square
forehead
;
no
growth
on
his
cheeks
;
a
small
,
brown
mustache
,
and
a
well
-
shaped
,
round
chin
.
His
expression
was
concentrated
,
meditative
,
under
the
inspecting
light
of
the
lamp
I
held
up
to
his
face
;
such
as
a
man
thinking
hard
in
solitude
might
wear
.
My
sleeping
suit
was
just
right
for
his
size
.
A
well
-
knit
young
fellow
of
twenty
-
five
at
most
.
He
caught
his
lower
lip
with
the
edge
of
white
,
even
teeth
.
“
Yes
,
”
I
said
,
replacing
the
lamp
in
the
binnacle
.
The
warm
,
heavy
tropical
night
closed
upon
his
head
again
.
“
There
’
s
a
ship
over
there
,
”
he
murmured
.
“
Yes
,
I
know
.
The
Sephora
.
Did
you
know
of
us
?
”
“
Hadn
’
t
the
slightest
idea
.
I
am
the
mate
of
her
—
”
He
paused
and
corrected
himself
.
“
I
should
say
I
was
.
”
“
Aha
!
Something
wrong
?
”
“
Yes
.
Very
wrong
indeed
.
I
’
ve
killed
a
man
.
”
