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"
You
'll
have
to
keep
a
good
look-out
ahead
for
land
,
about
half-past
three
.
It
's
fairly
clear
,
though
.
You
have
looked
in
on
the
captain
as
you
came
along
--
eh
?
He
knows
the
time
?
Well
,
then
,
I
am
off
.
"
At
the
foot
of
the
ladder
he
stood
aside
for
the
captain
.
He
watched
him
go
up
with
an
even
,
certain
tread
,
and
remained
thoughtful
for
a
moment
.
"
It
's
funny
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
but
you
can
never
tell
whether
that
man
has
seen
you
or
not
.
He
might
have
heard
me
breathe
this
time
.
"
He
was
a
wonderful
man
when
all
was
said
and
done
.
They
said
he
had
had
a
name
in
his
day
.
Mr.
Sterne
could
well
believe
it
;
and
he
concluded
serenely
that
Captain
Whalley
must
be
able
to
see
people
more
or
less
--
as
himself
just
now
,
for
instance
--
but
not
being
certain
of
anybody
,
had
to
keep
up
that
unnoticing
silence
of
manner
for
fear
of
giving
himself
away
.
Mr.
Sterne
was
a
shrewd
guesser
.
This
necessity
of
every
moment
brought
home
to
Captain
Whalley
's
heart
the
humiliation
of
his
falsehood
.
He
had
drifted
into
it
from
paternal
love
,
from
incredulity
,
from
boundless
trust
in
divine
justice
meted
out
to
men
's
feelings
on
this
earth
.
He
would
give
his
poor
Ivy
the
benefit
of
another
month
's
work
;
perhaps
the
affliction
was
only
temporary
.
Surely
God
would
not
rob
his
child
of
his
power
to
help
,
and
cast
him
naked
into
a
night
without
end
.
He
had
caught
at
every
hope
;
and
when
the
evidence
of
his
misfortune
was
stronger
than
hope
,
he
tried
not
to
believe
the
manifest
thing
.
In
vain
.
In
the
steadily
darkening
universe
a
sinister
clearness
fell
upon
his
ideas
.
In
the
illuminating
moments
of
suffering
he
saw
life
,
men
,
all
things
,
the
whole
earth
with
all
her
burden
of
created
nature
,
as
he
had
never
seen
them
before
.
Sometimes
he
was
seized
with
a
sudden
vertigo
and
an
overwhelming
terror
;
and
then
the
image
of
his
daughter
appeared
.
Her
,
too
,
he
had
never
seen
so
clearly
before
.
Was
it
possible
that
he
should
ever
be
unable
to
do
anything
whatever
for
her
?
Nothing
.
And
not
see
her
any
more
?
Never
.
Why
?
The
punishment
was
too
great
for
a
little
presumption
,
for
a
little
pride
.
And
at
last
he
came
to
cling
to
his
deception
with
a
fierce
determination
to
carry
it
out
to
the
end
,
to
save
her
money
intact
,
and
behold
her
once
more
with
his
own
eyes
.
Afterwards
--
what
?
The
idea
of
suicide
was
revolting
to
the
vigor
of
his
manhood
.
He
had
prayed
for
death
till
the
prayers
had
stuck
in
his
throat
.
All
the
days
of
his
life
he
had
prayed
for
daily
bread
,
and
not
to
be
led
into
temptation
,
in
a
childlike
humility
of
spirit
.
Did
words
mean
anything
?
Whence
did
the
gift
of
speech
come
?
The
violent
beating
of
his
heart
reverberated
in
his
head
--
seemed
to
shake
his
brain
to
pieces
.
He
sat
down
heavily
in
the
deck-chair
to
keep
the
pretense
of
his
watch
.
The
night
was
dark
.
All
the
nights
were
dark
now
.
"
Serang
,
"
he
said
,
half
aloud
.
