With laughter, and with more than one slap of his hand on my shoulder that was more caress than jollity, he pointed out the discrepancies in my tale (which I have since amended, steward, thanks to him, and amended well), and told me that the voyage had been a grand success, making him eternally my debtor.
"What could I do?
I told him the truth.

To him even did I tell my family name, and the shame I had saved it from by forswearing it.
"He put his arm on my shoulder, I tell you, and.

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" The Ancient Mariner ceased talking because of a huskiness in his throat, and a moisture from his eyes trickled down both cheeks.
Dag Daughtry pledged him silently, and in the draught from his glass he recovered himself.
"He told me that I should come and live with him, and, to his great lonely house he took me the very day we landed in Boston.