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But
the
iron
in
the
pockets
of
the
coat
had
done
its
work
;
and
the
Sofala
,
heading
north
by
the
compass
,
made
untrue
by
this
simple
device
,
was
no
longer
making
a
safe
course
for
Pangu
Bay
.
The
hiss
of
water
parted
by
her
stem
,
the
throb
of
her
engines
,
all
the
sounds
of
her
faithful
and
laborious
life
,
went
on
uninterrupted
in
the
great
calm
of
the
sea
joining
on
all
sides
the
motionless
layer
of
cloud
over
the
sky
.
A
gentle
stillness
as
vast
as
the
world
seemed
to
wait
upon
her
path
,
enveloping
her
lovingly
in
a
supreme
caress
.
Mr.
Massy
thought
there
could
be
no
better
night
for
an
arranged
shipwreck
.
Run
up
high
and
dry
on
one
of
the
reefs
east
of
Pangu
--
wait
for
daylight
--
hole
in
the
bottom
--
out
boats
--
Pangu
Bay
same
evening
.
That
's
about
it
.
As
soon
as
she
touched
he
would
hasten
on
the
bridge
,
get
hold
of
the
coat
(
nobody
would
notice
in
the
dark
)
,
and
shake
it
upside-down
over
the
side
,
or
even
fling
it
into
the
sea
.
A
detail
.
Who
could
guess
?
Coat
been
seen
hanging
there
from
that
hook
hundreds
of
times
.
Nevertheless
,
when
he
sat
down
on
the
lower
step
of
the
bridge-ladder
his
knees
knocked
together
a
little
.
The
waiting
part
was
the
worst
of
it
.
At
times
he
would
begin
to
pant
quickly
,
as
though
he
had
been
running
,
and
then
breathe
largely
,
swelling
with
the
intimate
sense
of
a
mastered
fate
.
Now
and
then
he
would
hear
the
shuffle
of
the
Serang
's
bare
feet
up
there
:
quiet
,
low
voices
would
exchange
a
few
words
,
and
lapse
almost
at
once
into
silence
...
"
Tell
me
directly
you
see
any
land
,
Serang
.
"
"
Yes
,
Tuan
.
Not
yet
.
"
"
No
,
not
yet
,
"
Captain
Whalley
would
agree
.
The
ship
had
been
the
best
friend
of
his
decline
.
He
had
sent
all
the
money
he
had
made
by
and
in
the
Sofala
to
his
daughter
.
His
thought
lingered
on
the
name
.
How
often
he
and
his
wife
had
talked
over
the
cot
of
the
child
in
the
big
stern-cabin
of
the
Condor
;
she
would
grow
up
,
she
would
marry
,
she
would
love
them
,
they
would
live
near
her
and
look
at
her
happiness
--
it
would
go
on
without
end
.
Well
,
his
wife
was
dead
,
to
the
child
he
had
given
all
he
had
to
give
;
he
wished
he
could
come
near
her
,
see
her
,
see
her
face
once
,
live
in
the
sound
of
her
voice
,
that
could
make
the
darkness
of
the
living
grave
ready
for
him
supportable
.
He
had
been
starved
of
love
too
long
.
He
imagined
her
tenderness
.
The
Serang
had
been
peering
forward
,
and
now
and
then
glancing
at
the
chair
.
He
fidgeted
restlessly
,
and
suddenly
burst
out
close
to
Captain
Whalley
--
