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I sit down alone at the appointed table and take
up my pen to give all whom it may con- cern an
exact account of what may happen. Call me
nervous, call me fey, if you will; at least this
little pen, this mottled black and silver
Aquarius, with its nib specially tempered to my
order in Amsterdam, is greedy. It has not had
much work since it flew so nimbly for the dead
old man. As I watch the sea, Casy Ferris passes
with down-dropped eyes. Of course, to-day is
the day. Her father reminds me of a valetudi-
narian walrus. But she has, I suppose, to have
somebody. St. Lazarus-in-the-Chine is full,
no doubt, already. I think she is rash ; but it
is none of my business. Where about the graves
of the martyrs the whaups are crying, my heart
remembers how. Strange that he comes into
my head so much to-day. I hope it’s over some
flotsam fish that the birds are making whau-
pee. But all the nice gulls love a sailor. Ugh.

I sit down alone at the appointed table and take
up my pen to give all whom it may con- cern an
exact account of what may happen. Call me
nervous, call me fey, if you will; at least this
little pen, this mottled black and silver
Aquarius, with its nib specially tempered to my
order in Amsterdam, is greedy. It has not had
much work since it flew so nimbly for the dead
old man. As I watch the sea, Casy Ferris passes
with down-dropped eyes. Of course, to-day is
the day. Her father reminds me of a valetudi-
narian walrus. But she has, I suppose, to have
somebody. St. Lazarus-in-the-Chine is full,
no doubt, already. I think she is rash ; but it
is none of my business. Where about the graves
of the martyrs the whaups are crying, my heart
remembers how. Strange that he comes into
my head so much to-day. I hope it’s over some
flotsam fish that the birds are making whau-
pee. But all the nice gulls love a sailor. Ugh.