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 1      I,  VIII|       of an old boatman named Norman, who had long been in the
 2      I,  VIII| harbour, where they found old Norman ready to embark. Their little
 3      I,  VIII|        Before ten o’clock old Norman ran the boat aground on
 4      I,  IX  |     let us be off!” cried old Norman, looking anxiously at the
 5      I,  IX  |      inquired the lady of old Norman.~“Yes, madam,” replied the
 6      I,  IX  |    they were pushing off, old Norman, as if possessed by some
 7      I,  IX  |      We are off, then,” cried Norman, letting go the moorings, “
 8      I,  IX  |    said the Lieutenant to old Norman.~“No, sir,” replied Norman; “
 9      I,  IX  |    Norman.~“No, sir,” replied Norman; “the wind is not strong
10      I,  IX  |    north to south. I suppose, Norman, one might get back even
11      I,  IX  |   north, Lieutenant,” replied Norman, “if it were still possible.
12      I,  IX  |   lake.~“Look out!” cried old Norman, tightening sail so as to
13      I,  IX  |        Help! help!” cried old Norman, hurriedly struggling to
14      I,  IX  |     the management of a boat. Norman, unable to leave the helm,
15      I,  IX  |     Cut it! cut it!” screamed Norman above the roaring of the
16      I,  IX  |  blinded by the spray, seized Norman’s knife and cut the halliard
17      I,  IX  |       to the top of the mast.~Norman, totally unable to make
18      I,  IX  |   looked inquiringly into old Norman’s face, who, with teeth
19      I,  IX  |       half-past five. Neither Norman nor the Lieutenant had any
20      I,  IX  |      would crush it to atoms. Norman, looking round, saw its
21      I,  IX  |     cry of despair. Where was Norman? The poor old sailor had
22      I,  IX  |       inquiringly at Hobson.~“Norman!” he repeated, pointing
23      I,  X   |      the news of the death of Norman. The brave fellow had been