” He replied. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. Her faith in human beings revived. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. This manoeuvre was so suddenly executed that it took Abraham completely by surprise. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper.
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