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For the instant he almost turns to flee again.\r\nBut he rallies. ‘I seek a passage in this ship to Tarshish; how soon\r\nsail ye, sir?’ Thus far the busy Captain had not looked up to Jonah,\r\nthough the man now stands before him; but no sooner does he hear that\r\nhollow voice, than he darts a scrutinizing glance. ‘We sail with the\r\nnext coming tide,’ at last he slowly answered, still intently eyeing\r\nhim. ‘No sooner, sir?’—‘Soon enough for any honest man that goes a\r\npassenger.’ Ha! Jonah, that’s another stab. But he swiftly calls away\r\nthe Captain from that scent. ‘I’ll sail with ye,’—he says,—‘the passage\r\nmoney how much is that?—I’ll pay now.’ For it is particularly written,\r\nshipmates, as if it were a thing not to be overlooked in this history,\r\n‘that he paid the fare thereof’ ere the craft did sail. And taken with\r\nthe context, this is full of meaning.\r\n\r\n“Now Jonah’s Captain, shipmates, was one whose discernment detects\r\ncrime in any, but whose cupidity exposes it only in the penniless. In\r\nthis world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely, and\r\nwithout a passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all\r\nfrontiers. So Jonah’s Captain prepares to test the length of Jonah’s\r\npurse, ere he judge him openly. He charges him thrice the usual sum;\r\nand it’s assented to. Then the Captain knows that Jonah is a fugitive;\r\nbut at the same time resolves to help a flight that paves its rear with\r\ngold. Yet when Jonah fairly takes out his purse, prudent suspicions\r\nstill molest the Captain. He rings every coin to find a counterfeit.\r\nNot a forger, any way, he mutters; and Jonah is put down for his\r\npassage. ‘Point out my state-room, Sir,’ says Jonah now, ‘I’m\r\ntravel-weary; I need sleep.’ ‘Thou lookest like it,’ says the Captain,\r\n‘there’s thy room.’ Jonah enters, and would lock the door, but the lock\r\ncontains no key. Hearing him foolishly fumbling there, the Captain\r\nlaughs lowly to himself, and mutters something about the doors of\r\nconvicts’ cells being never allowed to be locked within. All dressed\r\nand dusty as he is, Jonah throws himself into his berth, and finds the\r\nlittle state-room ceiling almost resting on his forehead. The air is\r\nclose, and Jonah gasps. Then, in that contracted hole, sunk, too,\r\nbeneath the ship’s water-line, Jonah feels the heralding presentiment\r\nof that stifling hour, when the whale shall hold him in the smallest of\r\nhis bowels’ wards.\r\n\r\n“Screwed at its axis against the side, a swinging lamp slightly\r\noscillates in Jonah’s room; and the ship, heeling over towards the\r\nwharf with the weight of the last bales received, the lamp, flame and\r\nall, though in slight motion, still maintains a permanent obliquity\r\nwith reference to the room; though, in truth, infallibly straight\r\nitself, it but made obvious the false, lying levels among which it\r\nhung. The lamp alarms and frightens Jonah; as lying in his berth his\r\ntormented eyes roll round the place, and this thus far successful\r\nfugitive finds no refuge for his restless glance. But that\r\ncontradiction in the lamp more and more appals him. The floor, the\r\nceiling, and the side, are all awry. ‘Oh! so my conscience hangs in\r\nme!’ he groans, ‘straight upwards, so it burns; but the chambers of my\r\nsoul are all in crookedness!’\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR849APRWSZCPY4CNCNKSY","peer_label":"Chapter 9. The Sermon","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR849APRWSZCPY4CNCNKSY","peer_label":"Chapter 9. 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