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           Hestoleoutsilentlyfromundertheshade.Thelightedport-holeshonefromafar.Hisheadswamwiththeintoxicationofsuddensuccess.Whatathingitwastohaveagentlemantodealwith!Hecreptaboard,andtherewassomethingweirdintheshadowystretchofemptydecks,echoingwithshoutsandblowsproceedingfromadarkerpartamidships.Mr.Massywasragingbeforethedooroftheberth:thedrunkenvoicewithinflowedonundisturbedintheviolentracketofkicks.

           “Shutup!Putyourlightoutandturnin,youconfoundedswillingpig—you!D’youhearme,youbeast?”

           Thekickingstopped,andinthepausethemuzzyoracularvoiceannouncedfromwithin—

           “Ah!Massy,now—that’sanotherthing.Massy’sdeep.”

           “Who’sthataftthere?You,Sterne?He’lldrinkhimselfintoafitofhorrors.”Thechiefengineerappearedvagueandbigatthecorneroftheengineroom.

           “Hewillbegoodenoughfordutyto-morrow.Iwouldlethimbe,Mr.Massy.”

           Sterneslippedawayintohisberth,andatoncehadtositdown.Hisheadswamwithexultation.Hegotintohisbunkasifinadream.Afeelingofprofoundpeace,ofpacificjoy,cameoverhim.Ondeckallwasquiet.

           Mr.Massy,withhisearagainstthedoorofJack’scabin,listenedcriticallytoadeepstertorousbreathingwithin.Thiswasadead-drunksleep.Theboutwasover:tranquilizedonthatscore,hetoowentin,andwithslowwrigglesgotoutofhisoldtweedjacket.

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