“Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. Nor can we. I guess they were bad all the time. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest.
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