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           SoIfacedroundquickly,andtookupapositionintheprow,whereIleantwithcarelessgraceuponthehitcher,inanattitudesuggestiveofagilityandstrength. Iarrangedmyhairwithacurlovertheforehead,andthrewanairoftenderwistfulnessintomyexpression,mingledwithatouchofcynicism,whichIamtoldsuitsme. 

           Aswestood,waitingfortheeventfulmoment,Iheardsomeonebehindcallout: 

           "Hi!lookatyournose." 

           Icouldnotturnroundtoseewhatwasthematter,andwhosenoseitwasthatwastobelookedat. Istoleaside-glanceatGeorge’snose! Itwasallright—atallevents,therewasnothingwrongwithitthatcouldbealtered. Isquinteddownatmyown,andthatseemedallthatcouldbeexpectedalso. 

           "Lookatyournose,youstupidass!"camethesamevoiceagain,louder. 

           Andthenanothervoicecried: 

           "Pushyournoseout,can’tyou,you—youtwowiththedog!" 

           NeitherGeorgenorIdaredtoturnround. Theman’shandwasonthecap,andthepicturemightbetakenanymoment. Wasitustheywerecallingto? Whatwasthematterwithournoses? Whyweretheytobepushedout! 

           Butnowthewholelockstartedyelling,andastentorianvoicefromthebackshouted: 

           "Lookatyourboat,sir;youintheredandblackcaps. It’syourtwocorpsesthatwillgettakeninthatphoto,ifyouain’tquick." 

           Welookedthen,andsawthatthenoseofourboathadgotfixedunderthewoodworkofthelock,whiletheincomingwaterwasrisingallaroundit,andtiltingitup.