But the thought of a lingering death does give me a queer , sick feeling of horror . '' `` Do n't talk about leaving us , dear , DEAR Captain , Jim , '' pleaded Anne , in a choked voice , patting the old brown hand , once so strong , but now grown very feeble . `` What would we do without you ? '' Captain Jim smiled beautifully . `` Oh , you 'd get along nicely -- nicely -- but you would n't forget the old man altogether , Mistress Blythe -- no , I do n't think you 'll ever quite forget him . The race of Joseph always remembers one another . But it 'll be a memory that wo n't hurt -- I like to think that my memory wo n't hurt my friends -- it 'll always be kind of pleasant to them , I hope and believe . It wo n't be very long now before lost Margaret calls me , for the last time . I 'll be all ready to answer . I jest spoke of this because there 's a little favor I want to ask you . Here 's this poor old Matey of mine '' -- Captain Jim reached out a hand and poked the big , warm , velvety , golden ball on the sofa . The First Mate uncoiled himself like a spring with a nice , throaty , comfortable sound , half purr , half meow , stretched his paws in air , turned over and coiled himself up again . `` HE 'll miss me when I start on the V'yage . I ca n't bear to think of leaving the poor critter to starve , like he was left before . If anything happens to me will you give Matey a bite and a corner , Mistress Blythe ? '' `` Indeed I will . '' `` Then that is all I had on my mind . Your Little Jem is to have the few curious things I picked up -- I 've seen to that . And now I do n't like to see tears in those pretty eyes , Mistress Blythe . I 'll mebbe hang on for quite a spell yet .
I heard you reading a piece of poetry one day last winter -- one XXXXX Tennyson 's pieces .
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