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"
Telephone
over
to
-
morrow
and
reserve
a
stateroom
for
me
,
"
he
told
the
clerk
.
"
No
deck
-
stateroom
,
but
down
below
,
on
the
weather
-
side
,
—
the
port
-
side
,
remember
that
,
the
port
-
side
.
You
’
d
better
write
it
down
.
"
Once
in
his
room
he
got
into
bed
and
slipped
off
to
sleep
as
gently
as
a
child
.
The
occurrences
of
the
evening
had
made
no
impression
on
him
.
His
mind
was
dead
to
impressions
.
The
glow
of
warmth
with
which
he
met
Joe
had
been
most
fleeting
.
The
succeeding
minute
he
had
been
bothered
by
the
ex
-
laundryman
’
s
presence
and
by
the
compulsion
of
conversation
.
That
in
five
more
days
he
sailed
for
his
loved
South
Seas
meant
nothing
to
him
.
So
he
closed
his
eyes
and
slept
normally
and
comfortably
for
eight
uninterrupted
hours
.
He
was
not
restless
.
He
did
not
change
his
position
,
nor
did
he
dream
.
Sleep
had
become
to
him
oblivion
,
and
each
day
that
he
awoke
,
he
awoke
with
regret
.
Life
worried
and
bored
him
,
and
time
was
a
vexation
.
"
Say
,
Joe
,
"
was
his
greeting
to
his
old
-
time
working
-
mate
next
morning
,
"
there
’
s
a
Frenchman
out
on
Twenty
-
eighth
Street
.
He
’
s
made
a
pot
of
money
,
and
he
’
s
going
back
to
France
.
It
’
s
a
dandy
,
well
-
appointed
,
small
steam
laundry
.
There
’
s
a
start
for
you
if
you
want
to
settle
down
.
Here
,
take
this
;
buy
some
clothes
with
it
and
be
at
this
man
’
s
office
by
ten
o
’
clock
.
He
looked
up
the
laundry
for
me
,
and
he
’
ll
take
you
out
and
show
you
around
.
If
you
like
it
,
and
think
it
is
worth
the
price
—
twelve
thousand
—
let
me
know
and
it
is
yours
.
Now
run
along
.
I
’
m
busy
.
I
’
ll
see
you
later
.
"
"
Now
look
here
,
Mart
,
"
the
other
said
slowly
,
with
kindling
anger
,
"
I
come
here
this
mornin
’
to
see
you
.
Savve
?
I
didn
’
t
come
here
to
get
no
laundry
.
I
come
a
here
for
a
talk
for
old
friends
’
sake
,
and
you
shove
a
laundry
at
me
.
I
tell
you
,
what
you
can
do
.
You
can
take
that
laundry
an
’
go
to
hell
.
"
He
was
out
of
the
room
when
Martin
caught
him
and
whirled
him
around
.
"
Now
look
here
,
Joe
,
"
he
said
;
"
if
you
act
that
way
,
I
’
ll
punch
your
head
.
An
for
old
friends
’
sake
I
’
ll
punch
it
hard
.
Savve
?
—
you
will
,
will
you
?
"
Joe
had
clinched
and
attempted
to
throw
him
,
and
he
was
twisting
and
writhing
out
of
the
advantage
of
the
other
’
s
hold
.
They
reeled
about
the
room
,
locked
in
each
other
’
s
arms
,
and
came
down
with
a
crash
across
the
splintered
wreckage
of
a
wicker
chair
.
Joe
was
underneath
,
with
arms
spread
out
and
held
and
with
Martin
’
s
knee
on
his
chest
.
He
was
panting
and
gasping
for
breath
when
Martin
released
him
.
"
Now
we
’
ll
talk
a
moment
,
"
Martin
said
.
"
You
can
’
t
get
fresh
with
me
.
I
want
that
laundry
business
finished
first
of
all
.
Then
you
can
come
back
and
we
’
ll
talk
for
old
sake
’
s
sake
.
I
told
you
I
was
busy
.
Look
at
that
.
"
A
servant
had
just
come
in
with
the
morning
mail
,
a
great
mass
of
letters
and
magazines
.
"
How
can
I
wade
through
that
and
talk
with
you
?
You
go
and
fix
up
that
laundry
,
and
then
we
’
ll
get
together
.
"
