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The same old song! 'Tis plain you were a cook in life

[The slips from his grasp.     [Sinking.]   Give us this day our      [Disappears.

Amen, lad! To the last gasp you were yourself.—

[Draws himself up on to the bottom of the boat.

So long as there is life there's hope

[Catches hold of the boat.]

Good morning!

Hoy!

I heard you shout.— It's pleasant finding you again. Well? So my prophecy came true!

Let go! Let go! 'Twill scarce float one!

I'm striking out with my left leg. I'll float, if only with their tips My fingers rest upon this ledge. But apropos: your body

Hush!