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And
Martin
knew
that
Lizzie
’
s
diagnosis
had
been
correct
.
Physically
he
was
all
right
.
It
was
his
"
think
-
machine
"
that
had
gone
wrong
,
and
there
was
no
cure
for
that
except
to
get
away
to
the
South
Seas
.
The
trouble
was
that
now
,
on
the
verge
of
departure
,
he
had
no
desire
to
go
.
The
South
Seas
charmed
him
no
more
than
did
bourgeois
civilization
.
There
was
no
zest
in
the
thought
of
departure
,
while
the
act
of
departure
appalled
him
as
a
weariness
of
the
flesh
.
He
would
have
felt
better
if
he
were
already
on
board
and
gone
.
The
last
day
was
a
sore
trial
.
Having
read
of
his
sailing
in
the
morning
papers
,
Bernard
Higginbotham
,
Gertrude
,
and
all
the
family
came
to
say
good
-
by
,
as
did
Hermann
von
Schmidt
and
Marian
.
Then
there
was
business
to
be
transacted
,
bills
to
be
paid
,
and
everlasting
reporters
to
be
endured
.
He
said
good
-
by
to
Lizzie
Connolly
,
abruptly
,
at
the
entrance
to
night
school
,
and
hurried
away
.
At
the
hotel
he
found
Joe
,
too
busy
all
day
with
the
laundry
to
have
come
to
him
earlier
.
It
was
the
last
straw
,
but
Martin
gripped
the
arms
of
his
chair
and
talked
and
listened
for
half
an
hour
.
"
You
know
,
Joe
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
you
are
not
tied
down
to
that
laundry
.
There
are
no
strings
on
it
.
You
can
sell
it
any
time
and
blow
the
money
.
Any
time
you
get
sick
of
it
and
want
to
hit
the
road
,
just
pull
out
.
Do
what
will
make
you
the
happiest
.
"
Joe
shook
his
head
.
"
No
more
road
in
mine
,
thank
you
kindly
.
Hoboin
’
s
all
right
,
exceptin
’
for
one
thing
—
the
girls
.
I
can
’
t
help
it
,
but
I
’
m
a
ladies
’
man
.
I
can
’
t
get
along
without
’
em
,
and
you
’
ve
got
to
get
along
without
’
em
when
you
’
re
hoboin
’
.
The
times
I
’
ve
passed
by
houses
where
dances
an
’
parties
was
goin
’
on
,
an
’
heard
the
women
laugh
,
an
’
saw
their
white
dresses
and
smiling
faces
through
the
windows
—
Gee
!
I
tell
you
them
moments
was
plain
hell
.
I
like
dancin
’
an
’
picnics
,
an
’
walking
in
the
moonlight
,
an
’
all
the
rest
too
well
.
Me
for
the
laundry
,
and
a
good
front
,
with
big
iron
dollars
clinkin
’
in
my
jeans
.
I
seen
a
girl
already
,
just
yesterday
,
and
,
d
’
ye
know
,
I
’
m
feelin
’
already
I
’
d
just
as
soon
marry
her
as
not
.
I
’
ve
ben
whistlin
’
all
day
at
the
thought
of
it
.
She
’
s
a
beaut
,
with
the
kindest
eyes
and
softest
voice
you
ever
heard
.
Me
for
her
,
you
can
stack
on
that
.
Say
,
why
don
’
t
you
get
married
with
all
this
money
to
burn
?
You
could
get
the
finest
girl
in
the
land
.
"
Martin
shook
his
head
with
a
smile
,
but
in
his
secret
heart
he
was
wondering
why
any
man
wanted
to
marry
.
It
seemed
an
amazing
and
incomprehensible
thing
.
From
the
deck
of
the
Mariposa
,
at
the
sailing
hour
,
he
saw
Lizzie
Connolly
hiding
in
the
skirts
of
the
crowd
on
the
wharf
.
Take
her
with
you
,
came
the
thought
.
It
is
easy
to
be
kind
.
She
will
be
supremely
happy
.
It
was
almost
a
temptation
one
moment
,
and
the
succeeding
moment
it
became
a
terror
.
He
was
in
a
panic
at
the
thought
of
it
.
His
tired
soul
cried
out
in
protest
.
He
turned
away
from
the
rail
with
a
groan
,
muttering
,
"
Man
,
you
are
too
sick
,
you
are
too
sick
.
"
He
fled
to
his
stateroom
,
where
he
lurked
until
the
steamer
was
clear
of
the
dock
.
In
the
dining
saloon
,
at
luncheon
,
he
found
himself
in
the
place
of
honor
,
at
the
captain
’
s
right
;
and
he
was
not
long
in
discovering
that
he
was
the
great
man
on
board
.
But
no
more
unsatisfactory
great
man
ever
sailed
on
a
ship
.
He
spent
the
afternoon
in
a
deck
-
chair
,
with
closed
eyes
,
dozing
brokenly
most
of
the
time
,
and
in
the
evening
went
early
to
bed
.
After
the
second
day
,
recovered
from
seasickness
,
the
full
passenger
list
was
in
evidence
,
and
the
more
he
saw
of
the
passengers
the
more
he
disliked
them
.
Yet
he
knew
that
he
did
them
injustice
.
They
were
good
and
kindly
people
,
he
forced
himself
to
acknowledge
,
and
in
the
moment
of
acknowledgment
he
qualified
—
good
and
kindly
like
all
the
bourgeoisie
,
with
all
the
psychological
cramp
and
intellectual
futility
of
their
kind
,
they
bored
him
when
they
talked
with
him
,
their
little
superficial
minds
were
so
filled
with
emptiness
;
while
the
boisterous
high
spirits
and
the
excessive
energy
of
the
younger
people
shocked
him
.
They
were
never
quiet
,
ceaselessly
playing
deck
-
quoits
,
tossing
rings
,
promenading
,
or
rushing
to
the
rail
with
loud
cries
to
watch
the
leaping
porpoises
and
the
first
schools
of
flying
fish
.
He
slept
much
.
After
breakfast
he
sought
his
deck
-
chair
with
a
magazine
he
never
finished
.
The
printed
pages
tired
him
.
He
puzzled
that
men
found
so
much
to
write
about
,
and
,
puzzling
,
dozed
in
his
chair
.
When
the
gong
awoke
him
for
luncheon
,
he
was
irritated
that
he
must
awaken
.
There
was
no
satisfaction
in
being
awake
.
