the "Bless my soul--you don't say so" type of intellect. My double
gave me an inkling of his thoughts by saying:

"My father's a parson in Norfolk. Do you see me before a judge and
jury on that charge? For myself I can't see the necessity. There
are fellows that an angel from heaven--And I am not that. He was
one of those creatures that are just simmering all the time with a
silly sort of wickedness. Miserable devils that have no business
to live at all. He wouldn't do his duty and wouldn't let anybody
else do theirs. But what's the good of talking! You know well
enough the sort of ill-conditioned snarling cur--"

He appealed to me as if our experiences had been as identical as
our clothes. And I knew well enough the pestiferous danger of such
a character where there are no means of legal repression. And I
knew well enough also that my double there was no homicidal
ruffian. I did not think of asking him for details, and he told me
the story roughly in brusque, disconnected sentences. I needed no
more. I saw it all going on as though I were myself inside that
other sleeping-suit.

"It happened while we were setting a reefed foresail, at dusk.
Reefed foresail! You understand the sort of weather. The only
sail we had left to keep the ship running; so you may guess what it
had been like for days. Anxious sort of job, that. He gave me
some of his cursed insolence at the sheet. I tell you I was
overdone with this terrific weather that seemed to have no end to
it. Terrific, I tell you--and a deep ship. I believe the fellow
himself was half crazed with funk. It was no time for gentlemanly
reproof, so I turned round and felled him like an ox. He up and at