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From: Ida Newton
Subject: [Hurdfr-paris] sad
Date: Wed, 6 Sep 2006 08:24:21 +0100

Its nobodys business but Capn Bartletts, and Ive told him.
Cut up some of the cabin berth boards, he said. The whole affair was irregular, so one more breach of regulationsmade little difference. He was lying where he had fallen, his face white, and groaningbetween his set teeth.
Then he and Gammon went to the galley to make the fires and boilthe coffee.
His first move, after entering, was to go straight to the skippersroom.
But, as it happened, no one went to the villagethat day, or the next. He andthe men from Setuckit Station had saved the Flyaway and the livesof those aboard her. You used to be in the service, Philander. Homer, not stopping to knock or hail, threw open thedoor of the keepers room.
He left them in the cabin, tearing the mates berth to pieces, andwent on deck. Crazy as a June bug, bellowed Seleucus, from the kitchen doorway. Thecrowd, therefore, promptly followed him.
Heisnt fit to stay here and he shant stay. Homer, though equally sympathetic, was too busy to groan. If that durn stove dont cave in, he observed, well havesomethin hot to load up our bilers with. He did not feel that he should enjoy smoking justthen. Hewas keeping out of the way, they opined; perhaps he was writing tohis wife ashore. His authority had been defied andassumed by another.
He returned at four, dragged Seleucus from his cot, and sent himforth.
Its nobodys business but Capn Bartletts, and Ive told him.
When sheisnt, and if she needs us, well go, I suppose.

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