There was the prudent4 sagacity of wisdom and the deliberation of enormous strength in their movements. This was their work — this patient coaxing5 of a distracted ship over the fury of the waves and into the very eye of the wind. At times Mr. Rout’s chin would sink on his breast, and he watched them with knitted eyebrows7 as if lost in thought.
The voice that kept the hurricane out of Jukes’ ear began: “Take the hands with you . . .,” and left off unexpectedly.
“What could I do with them, sir?”
A harsh, abrupt8, imperious clang exploded suddenly. The three pairs of eyes flew up to the telegraph dial to see the hand jump from FULL to STOP, as if snatched by a devil. And then these three men in the engineroom had the intimate sensation of a check upon the ship, of a strange shrinking, as if she had gathered herself for a desperate leap.
“Stop her!” bellowed9 Mr. Rout.
Nobody — not even Captain MacWhirr, who alone on deck had caught sight of a white line of foam10 coming on at such a height that he couldn’t believe his eyes — nobody was to know the steepness of that sea and the awful depth of the hollow the hurricane had scooped11 out behind the running wall of water.
It raced to meet the ship, and, with a pause, as of girding the loins, the Nan-Shan lifted her bows and leaped. The flames in all the lamps sank, darkening the engine-room. One went out. With a tearing crash and a swirling12, raving13 tumult14, tons of water fell upon the deck, as though the ship had darted15 under the foot of a cataract16.
Down there they looked at each other, stunned17.
“Swept from end to end, by God!” bawled18 Jukes.
She dipped into the hollow straight down, as if going over the edge of the world. The engine-room toppled forward menacingly, like the inside of a tower nodding in an earthquake. An awful racket, of iron things falling, came from the stokehold. She hung on this appalling19 slant20 long enough for Beale to drop on his hands and knees and begin to crawl as if he meant to fly on all fours out of the engine-room, and for Mr. Rout to turn his head slowly, rigid21, cavernous, with the lower jaw22 dropping. Jukes had shut his eyes, and his face in a moment became hopelessly blank and gentle, like the face of a blind man.
At last she rose slowly, staggering, as if she had to lift a mountain with her bows.
Mr. Rout shut his mouth; Jukes blinked; and little Beale stood up hastily.
“Another one like this, and that’s the last of her,” cried the chief.
He and Jukes looked at each other, and the same thought came into their heads. The Captain! Everything must have been swept away. Steering-gear gone — ship like a log. All over directly.
“Rush!” ejaculated Mr. Rout thickly, glaring with enlarged, doubtful eyes at Jukes, who answered him by an irresolute23 glance.
The clang of the telegraph gong soothed24 them instantly. The black hand dropped in a flash from STOP to FULL.
“Now then, Beale!” cried Mr. Rout.
The steam hissed25 low. The piston-rods slid in and out. Jukes put his ear to the tube. The voice was ready for him. It said: “Pick up all the money. Bear a hand now. I’ll want you up here.” And that was all.
“Sir?” called up Jukes. There was no answer.
He staggered away like a defeated man from the field of battle. He had got, in some way or other, a cut above his left eyebrow6 — a cut to the bone. He was not aware of it in the least: quantities of the China Sea, large enough to break his neck for him, had gone over his head, had cleaned, washed, and salted that wound. It did not bleed, but only gaped26 red; and this gash27 over the eye, his dishevelled hair, the disorder28 of his clothes, gave him the aspect of a man worsted in a fight with fists.
“Got to pick up the dollars.” He appealed to Mr. Rout, smiling pitifully at random29.
“What’s that?” asked Mr. Rout, wildly. “Pick up . . .? I don’t care . . . .” Then, quivering in every muscle, but with an exaggeration of paternal30 tone, “Go away now, for God’s sake. You deck people’ll drive me silly. There’s that second mate been going for the old man. Don’t you know? You fellows are going wrong for want of something to do . . . .”
At these words Jukes discovered in himself the beginnings of anger. Want of something to do — indeed. . . . Full of hot scorn against the chief, he turned to go the way he had come. In the stokehold the plump donkeyman toiled31 with his shovel32 mutely, as if his tongue had been cut out; but the second was carrying on like a noisy, undaunted maniac33, who had preserved his skill in the art of stoking under a marine34 boiler35.
“Hallo, you wandering officer! Hey! Can’t you get some of your slush-slingers to wind up a few of them ashes? I am getting choked with them here. Curse it! Hallo! Hey! Remember the articles: Sailors and firemen to assist each other. Hey! D’ye hear?”
Jukes was climbing out frantically36, and the other, lifting up his face after him, howled, “Can’t you speak? What are you poking37 about here for? What’s your game, anyhow?”
A frenzy38 possessed39 Jukes. By the time he was back amongst the men in the darkness of the alleyway, he felt ready to wring40 all their necks at the slightest sign of hanging back. The very thought of it exasperated41 him. He couldn’t hang back. They shouldn’t.
The impetuosity with which he came amongst them carried them along. They had already been excited and startled at all his comings and goings — by the fierceness and rapidity of his movements; and more felt than seen in his rushes, he appeared formidable — busied with matters of life and death that brooked42 no delay. At his first word he heard them drop into the bunker one after another obediently, with heavy thumps43.
They were not clear as to what would have to be done. “What is it? What is it?” they were asking each other. The boatswain tried to explain; the sounds of a great scuffle surprised them: and the mighty44 shocks, reverberating45 awfully46 in the black bunker, kept them in mind of their danger. When the boatswain threw open the door it seemed that an eddy47 of the hurricane, stealing through the iron sides of the ship, had set all these bodies whirling like dust: there came to them a confused uproar48, a tempestuous49 tumult, a fierce mutter, gusts50 of screams dying away, and the tramping of feet mingling51 with the blows of the sea.
For a moment they glared amazed, blocking the doorway52. Jukes pushed through them brutally53. He said nothing, and simply darted in. Another lot of coolies on the ladder, struggling suicidally to break through the battened hatch to a swamped deck, fell off as before, and he disappeared under them like a man overtaken by a landslide54.
The boatswain yelled excitedly: “Come along. Get the mate out. He’ll be trampled55 to death. Come on.”
They charged in, stamping on breasts, on fingers, on faces, catching56 their feet in heaps of clothing, kicking broken wood; but before they could get hold of him Jukes emerged waist deep in a multitude of clawing hands. In the instant he had been lost to view, all the buttons of his jacket had gone, its back had got split up to the collar, his waistcoat had been torn open. The central struggling mass of Chinamen went over to the roll, dark, indistinct, helpless, with a wild gleam of many eyes in the dim light of the lamps.
“Leave me alone — damn you. I am all right,” screeched57 Jukes. “Drive them forward. Watch your chance when she pitches. Forward with ‘em. Drive them against the bulkhead. Jam ‘em up.”
The rush of the sailors into the seething58 ‘tween-deck was like a splash of cold water into a boiling cauldron. The commotion59 sank for a moment.
The bulk of Chinamen were locked in such a compact scrimmage that, linking their arms and aided by an appalling dive of the ship, the seamen60 sent it forward in one great shove, like a solid block. Behind their backs small clusters and loose bodies tumbled from side to side.
The boatswain performed prodigious61 feats62 of strength. With his long arms open, and each great paw clutching at a stanchion, he stopped the rush of seven entwined Chinamen rolling like a boulder63. His joints64 cracked; he said, “Ha!” and they flew apart. But the carpenter showed the greater intelligence. Without saying a word to anybody he went back into the alleyway, to fetch several coils of cargo65 gear he had seen there — chain and rope. With these life-lines were rigged.
There was really no resistance. The struggle, however it began, had turned into a scramble66 of blind panic. If the coolies had started up after their scattered67 dollars they were by that time fighting only for their footing. They took each other by the throat merely to save themselves from being hurled68 about. Whoever got a hold anywhere would kick at the others who caught at his legs and hung on, till a roll sent them flying together across the deck.
The coming of the white devils was a terror. Had they come to kill? The individuals torn out of the ruck became very limp in the seamen’s hands: some, dragged aside by the heels, were passive, like dead bodies, with open, fixed69 eyes. Here and there a coolie would fall on his knees as if begging for mercy; several, whom the excess of fear made unruly, were hit with hard fists between the eyes, and cowered70; while those who were hurt submitted to rough handling, blinking rapidly without a plaint. Faces streamed with blood; there were raw places on the shaven heads, scratches, bruises71, torn wounds, gashes72. The broken porcelain73 out of the chests was mostly responsible for the latter. Here and there a Chinaman, wild-eyed, with his tail unplaited, nursed a bleeding sole.
They had been ranged closely, after having been shaken into submission74, cuffed75 a little to allay76 excitement, addressed in gruff words of encouragement that sounded like promises of evil. They sat on the deck in ghastly, drooping77 rows, and at the end the carpenter, with two hands to help him, moved busily from place to place, setting taut78 and hitching79 the life-lines. The boatswain, with one leg and one arm embracing a stanchion, struggled with a lamp pressed to his breast, trying to get a light, and growling80 all the time like an industrious81 gorilla82. The figures of seamen stooped repeatedly, with the movements of gleaners, and everything was being flung into the bunker: clothing, smashed wood, broken china, and the dollars, too, gathered up in men’s jackets. Now and then a sailor would stagger towards the doorway with his arms full of rubbish; and dolorous83, slanting84 eyes followed his movements.
With every roll of the ship the long rows of sitting Celestials85 would sway forward brokenly, and her headlong dives knocked together the line of shaven polls from end to end. When the wash of water rolling on the deck died away for a moment, it seemed to Jukes, yet quivering from his exertions86, that in his mad struggle down there he had overcome the wind somehow: that a silence had fallen upon the ship, a silence in which the sea struck thunderously at her sides.
Everything had been cleared out of the ‘tween-deck — all the wreckage87, as the men said. They stood erect89 and tottering90 above the level of heads and drooping shoulders. Here and there a coolie sobbed91 for his breath. Where the high light fell, Jukes could see the salient ribs92 of one, the yellow, wistful face of another; bowed necks; or would meet a dull stare directed at his face. He was amazed that there had been no corpses93; but the lot of them seemed at their last gasp94, and they appeared to him more pitiful than if they had been all dead.
Suddenly one of the coolies began to speak. The light came and went on his lean, straining face; he threw his head up like a baying hound. From the bunker came the sounds of knocking and the tinkle95 of some dollars rolling loose; he stretched out his arm, his mouth yawned black, and the incomprehensible guttural hooting96 sounds, that did not seem to belong to a human language, penetrated97 Jukes with a strange emotion as if a brute98 had tried to be eloquent99.
Two more started mouthing what seemed to Jukes fierce denunciations; the others stirred with grunts100 and growls101. Jukes ordered the hands out of the ‘tweendecks hurriedly. He left last himself, backing through the door, while the grunts rose to a loud murmur102 and hands were extended after him as after a malefactor103. The boatswain shot the bolt, and remarked uneasily, “Seems as if the wind had dropped, sir.”
The seamen were glad to get back into the alleyway. Secretly each of them thought that at the last moment he could rush out on deck — and that was a comfort. There is something horribly repugnant in the idea of being drowned under a deck. Now they had done with the Chinamen, they again became conscious of the ship’s position.
Jukes on coming out of the alleyway found himself up to the neck in the noisy water. He gained the bridge, and discovered he could detect obscure shapes as if his sight had become preternaturally acute. He saw faint outlines. They recalled not the familiar aspect of the Nan-Shan, but something remembered — an old dismantled104 steamer he had seen years ago rotting on a mudbank. She recalled that wreck88.
There was no wind, not a breath, except the faint currents created by the lurches of the ship. The smoke tossed out of the funnel105 was settling down upon her deck. He breathed it as he passed forward. He felt the deliberate throb106 of the engines, and heard small sounds that seemed to have survived the great uproar: the knocking of broken fittings, the rapid tumbling of some piece of wreckage on the bridge. He perceived dimly the squat107 shape of his captain holding on to a twisted bridge-rail, motionless and swaying as if rooted to the planks108. The unexpected stillness of the air oppressed Jukes.
“We have done it, sir,” he gasped109.
“Thought you would,” said Captain MacWhirr.
“Did you?” murmured Jukes to himself.
“Wind fell all at once,” went on the Captain.
Jukes burst out: “If you think it was an easy job —”
But his captain, clinging to the rail, paid no attention. “According to the books the worst is not over yet.”
“If most of them hadn’t been half dead with seasickness110 and fright, not one of us would have come out of that ‘tween-deck alive,” said Jukes.
“Had to do what’s fair by them,” mumbled111 MacWhirr, stolidly112. “You don’t find everything in books.”
“Why, I believe they would have risen on us if I hadn’t ordered the hands out of that pretty quick,” continued Jukes with warmth.
After the whisper of their shouts, their ordinary tones, so distinct, rang out very loud to their ears in the amazing stillness of the air. It seemed to them they were talking in a dark and echoing vault113.
Through a jagged aperture114 in the dome115 of clouds the light of a few stars fell upon the black sea, rising and falling confusedly. Sometimes the head of a watery116 cone117 would topple on board and mingle118 with the rolling flurry of foam on the swamped deck; and the Nan-Shan wallowed heavily at the bottom of a circular cistern119 of clouds. This ring of dense120 vapours, gyrating madly round the calm of the centre, encompassed121 the ship like a motionless and unbroken wall of an aspect inconceivably sinister122. Within, the sea, as if agitated123 by an internal commotion, leaped in peaked mounds124 that jostled each other, slapping heavily against her sides; and a low moaning sound, the infinite plaint of the storm’s fury, came from beyond the limits of the menacing calm. Captain MacWhirr remained silent, and Jukes’ ready ear caught suddenly the faint, longdrawn roar of some immense wave rushing unseen under that thick blackness, which made the appalling boundary of his vision.
“Of course,” he started resentfully, “they thought we had caught at the chance to plunder125 them. Of course! You said — pick up the money. Easier said than done. They couldn’t tell what was in our heads. We came in, smash — right into the middle of them. Had to do it by a rush.”
“As long as it’s done . . .,” mumbled the Captain, without attempting to look at Jukes. “Had to do what’s fair.”
“We shall find yet there’s the devil to pay when this is over,” said Jukes, feeling very sore. “Let them only recover a bit, and you’ll see. They will fly at our throats, sir. Don’t forget, sir, she isn’t a British ship now. These brutes126 know it well, too. The damned Siamese flag.”
“We are on board, all the same,” remarked Captain MacWhirr.
“The trouble’s not over yet,” insisted Jukes, prophetically, reeling and catching on. “She’s a wreck,” he added, faintly.
“The trouble’s not over yet,” assented127 Captain MacWhirr, half aloud. . . . “Look out for her a minute.”
“Are you going off the deck, sir?” asked Jukes, hurriedly, as if the storm were sure to pounce128 upon him as soon as he had been left alone with the ship.
He watched her, battered129 and solitary130, labouring heavily in a wild scene of mountainous black waters lit by the gleams of distant worlds. She moved slowly, breathing into the still core of the hurricane the excess of her strength in a white cloud of steam — and the deeptoned vibration131 of the escape was like the defiant132 trumpeting133 of a living creature of the sea impatient for the renewal134 of the contest. It ceased suddenly. The still air moaned. Above Jukes’ head a few stars shone into a pit of black vapours. The inky edge of the cloud-disc frowned upon the ship under the patch of glittering sky. The stars, too, seemed to look at her intently, as if for the last time, and the cluster of their splendour sat like a diadem135 on a lowering brow.
Captain MacWhirr had gone into the chart-room. There was no light there; but he could feel the disorder of that place where he used to live tidily. His armchair was upset. The books had tumbled out on the floor: he scrunched136 a piece of glass under his boot. He groped for the matches, and found a box on a shelf with a deep ledge137. He struck one, and puckering138 the corners of his eyes, held out the little flame towards the barometer139 whose glittering top of glass and metals nodded at him continuously.
It stood very low — incredibly low, so low that Captain MacWhirr grunted140. The match went out, and hurriedly he extracted another, with thick, stiff fingers.
Again a little flame flared141 up before the nodding glass and metal of the top. His eyes looked at it, narrowed with attention, as if expecting an imperceptible sign. With his grave face he resembled a booted and misshapen pagan burning incense142 before the oracle143 of a Joss. There was no mistake. It was the lowest reading he had ever seen in his life.
Captain MacWhirr emitted a low whistle. He forgot himself till the flame diminished to a blue spark, burnt his fingers and vanished. Perhaps something had gone wrong with the thing!
There was an aneroid glass screwed above the couch. He turned that way, struck another match, and discovered the white face of the other instrument looking at him from the bulkhead, meaningly, not to be gainsaid144, as though the wisdom of men were made unerring by the indifference145 of matter. There was no room for doubt now. Captain MacWhirr pshawed at it, and threw the match down.
The worst was to come, then — and if the books were right this worst would be very bad. The experience of the last six hours had enlarged his conception of what heavy weather could be like. “It’ll be terrific,” he pronounced, mentally. He had not consciously looked at anything by the light of the matches except at the barometer; and yet somehow he had seen that his waterbottle and the two tumblers had been flung out of their stand. It seemed to give him a more intimate knowledge of the tossing the ship had gone through. “I wouldn’t have believed it,” he thought. And his table had been cleared, too; his rulers, his pencils, the inkstand — all the things that had their safe appointed places — they were gone, as if a mischievous146 hand had plucked them out one by one and flung them on the wet floor. The hurricane had broken in upon the orderly arrangements of his privacy. This had never happened before, and the feeling of dismay reached the very seat of his composure. And the worst was to come yet! He was glad the trouble in the ‘tween-deck had been discovered in time. If the ship had to go after all, then, at least, she wouldn’t be going to the bottom with a lot of people in her fighting teeth and claw. That would have been odious147. And in that feeling there was a humane148 intention and a vague sense of the fitness of things.
These instantaneous thoughts were yet in their essence heavy and slow, partaking of the nature of the man. He extended his hand to put back the matchbox in its corner of the shelf. There were always matches there — by his order. The steward149 had his instructions impressed upon him long before. “A box . . . just there, see? Not so very full . . . where I can put my hand on it, steward. Might want a light in a hurry. Can’t tell on board ship what you might want in a hurry. Mind, now.”
And of course on his side he would be careful to put it back in its place scrupulously150. He did so now, but before he removed his hand it occurred to him that perhaps he would never have occasion to use that box any more. The vividness of the thought checked him and for an infinitesimal fraction of a second his fingers closed again on the small object as though it had been the symbol of all these little habits that chain us to the weary round of life. He released it at last, and letting himself fall on the settee, listened for the first sounds of returning wind.
Not yet. He heard only the wash of water, the heavy splashes, the dull shocks of the confused seas boarding his ship from all sides. She would never have a chance to clear her decks.
But the quietude of the air was startlingly tense and unsafe, like a slender hair holding a sword suspended over his head. By this awful pause the storm penetrated the defences of the man and unsealed his lips. He spoke151 out in the solitude152 and the pitch darkness of the cabin, as if addressing another being awakened153 within his breast.
“I shouldn’t like to lose her,” he said half aloud.
He sat unseen, apart from the sea, from his ship, isolated154, as if withdrawn155 from the very current of his own existence, where such freaks as talking to himself surely had no place. His palms reposed156 on his knees, he bowed his short neck and puffed157 heavily, surrendering to a strange sensation of weariness he was not enlightened enough to recognize for the fatigue159 of mental stress.
From where he sat he could reach the door of a washstand locker160. There should have been a towel there. There was. Good. . . . He took it out, wiped his face, and afterwards went on rubbing his wet head. He towelled himself with energy in the dark, and then remained motionless with the towel on his knees. A moment passed, of a stillness so profound that no one could have guessed there was a man sitting in that cabin. Then a murmur arose.
“She may come out of it yet.”
When Captain MacWhirr came out on deck, which he did brusquely, as though he had suddenly become conscious of having stayed away too long, the calm had lasted already more than fifteen minutes — long enough to make itself intolerable even to his imagination. Jukes, motionless on the forepart of the bridge, began to speak at once. His voice, blank and forced as though he were talking through hard-set teeth, seemed to flow away on all sides into the darkness, deepening again upon the sea.
“I had the wheel relieved. Hackett began to sing out that he was done. He’s lying in there alongside the steering-gear with a face like death. At first I couldn’t get anybody to crawl out and relieve the poor devil. That boss’n’s worse than no good, I always said. Thought I would have had to go myself and haul out one of them by the neck.”
“Ah, well,” muttered the Captain. He stood watchful161 by Jukes’ side.
“The second mate’s in there, too, holding his head. Is he hurt, sir?”
“No — crazy,” said Captain MacWhirr, curtly162.
“Looks as if he had a tumble, though.”
“I had to give him a push,” explained the Captain.
Jukes gave an impatient sigh.
“It will come very sudden,” said Captain MacWhirr, “and from over there, I fancy. God only knows though. These books are only good to muddle163 your head and make you jumpy. It will be bad, and there’s an end. If we only can steam her round in time to meet it . . . .”
A minute passed. Some of the stars winked164 rapidly and vanished.
“You left them pretty safe?” began the Captain abruptly165, as though the silence were unbearable166.
“Are you thinking of the coolies, sir? I rigged lifelines all ways across that ‘tween-deck.”
“Did you? Good idea, Mr. Jukes.”
“I didn’t . . . think you cared to . . . know,” said Jukes — the lurching of the ship cut his speech as though somebody had been jerking him around while he talked — “how I got on with . . . that infernal job. We did it. And it may not matter in the end.”
“Had to do what’s fair, for all — they are only Chinamen. Give them the same chance with ourselves — hang it all. She isn’t lost yet. Bad enough to be shut up below in a gale167 —”
“That’s what I thought when you gave me the job, sir,” interjected Jukes, moodily168.
“— without being battered to pieces,” pursued Captain MacWhirr with rising vehemence169. “Couldn’t let that go on in my ship, if I knew she hadn’t five minutes to live. Couldn’t bear it, Mr. Jukes.”
A hollow echoing noise, like that of a shout rolling in a rocky chasm170, approached the ship and went away again. The last star, blurred171, enlarged, as if returning to the fiery172 mist of its beginning, struggled with the colossal173 depth of blackness hanging over the ship — and went out.
“Now for it!” muttered Captain MacWhirr. “Mr. Jukes.”
“Here, sir.”
The two men were growing indistinct to each other.
“We must trust her to go through it and come out on the other side. That’s plain and straight. There’s no room for Captain Wilson’s storm-strategy here.”
“No, sir.”
“She will be smothered174 and swept again for hours,” mumbled the Captain. “There’s not much left by this time above deck for the sea to take away — unless you or me.”
“Both, sir,” whispered Jukes, breathlessly.
“You are always meeting trouble half way, Jukes,” Captain MacWhirr remonstrated175 quaintly176. “Though it’s a fact that the second mate is no good. D’ye hear, Mr. Jukes? You would be left alone if . . . .”
Captain MacWhirr interrupted himself, and Jukes, glancing on all sides, remained silent.
“Don’t you be put out by anything,” the Captain continued, mumbling177 rather fast. “Keep her facing it. They may say what they like, but the heaviest seas run with the wind. Facing it — always facing it — that’s the way to get through. You are a young sailor. Face it. That’s enough for any man. Keep a cool head.”
“Yes, sir,” said Jukes, with a flutter of the heart.
In the next few seconds the Captain spoke to the engine-room and got an answer.
For some reason Jukes experienced an access of confidence, a sensation that came from outside like a warm breath, and made him feel equal to every demand. The distant muttering of the darkness stole into his ears. He noted178 it unmoved, out of that sudden belief in himself, as a man safe in a shirt of mail would watch a point.
The ship laboured without intermission amongst the black hills of water, paying with this hard tumbling the price of her life. She rumbled179 in her depths, shaking a white plummet180 of steam into the night, and Jukes’ thought skimmed like a bird through the engine-room, where Mr. Rout — good man — was ready. When the rumbling181 ceased it seemed to him that there was a pause of every sound, a dead pause in which Captain MacWhirr’s voice rang out startlingly.
“What’s that? A puff158 of wind?” — it spoke much louder than Jukes had ever heard it before — “On the bow. That’s right. She may come out of it yet.”
The mutter of the winds drew near apace. In the forefront could be distinguished182 a drowsy183 waking plaint passing on, and far off the growth of a multiple clamour, marching and expanding. There was the throb as of many drums in it, a vicious rushing note, and like the chant of a tramping multitude.
Jukes could no longer see his captain distinctly. The darkness was absolutely piling itself upon the ship. At most he made out movements, a hint of elbows spread out, of a head thrown up.
Captain MacWhirr was trying to do up the top button of his oilskin coat with unwonted haste. The hurricane, with its power to madden the seas, to sink ships, to uproot184 trees, to overturn strong walls and dash the very birds of the air to the ground, had found this taciturn man in its path, and, doing its utmost, had managed to wring out a few words. Before the renewed wrath185 of winds swooped186 on his ship, Captain MacWhirr was moved to declare, in a tone of vexation, as it were: “I wouldn’t like to lose her.”
He was spared that annoyance187.
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fatigue
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locker
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