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Good evening! What? Who are you?

Your fellow-passenger, at your service.

Indeed? I thought I was the only one.

A mistaken impression, which now is set right.

But it's singular that, for the first time to-night, I should see you

I never come out in the day-time.

Perhaps you are ill? You're as white as a sheet

No, thank you—my health is uncommonly good.

What a raging storm!

Ay, a blessëd one, man!

A blessëd one?

Sea's running high as houses Ah, one can feel one's mouth watering!