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Tonight, I will be reading an Arthur Conan Doyle story,

That Little Square Box.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

All aboard, said the captain.

All aboard, sir, said the mate.

Then stand by to let her go.

It was nine o'clock on a Wednesday morning.

The good ship's Spartan was laying off Boston Key, with her cargo under hatches.

Her passengers shipped, and everything prepared for a start.

The warning whistle had been sounded twice.

The final bell had been rung.

Her bowsprit was turned towards England, and the

hiss of escaping steam showed that all was ready for her run of three thousand miles.

She strained at the warps that held her like a greyhound at its leash. I have the

misfortune to be a very nervous man.

A sedentary literary life has helped to increase the morbid love of solitude,

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