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Then
I
rowed
and
listened
to
the
oarlocks
and
the
dip
and
scrape
of
the
bailing
tin
under
the
stern
seat
.
"
Would
you
give
me
the
bailer
?
"
I
said
.
"
I
want
a
drink
.
"
"
It
’
s
awful
dirty
.
"
"
That
’
s
all
right
.
I
’
ll
rinse
it
.
"
I
heard
Catherine
rinsing
it
over
the
side
.
Then
she
handed
it
to
me
dipped
full
of
water
.
I
was
thirsty
after
the
brandy
and
the
water
was
icy
cold
,
so
cold
it
made
my
teeth
ache
.
I
looked
toward
the
shore
.
We
were
closer
to
the
long
point
.
There
were
lights
in
the
bay
ahead
.
"
Thanks
,
"
I
said
and
handed
back
the
tin
pail
.
"
You
’
re
ever
so
welcome
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
There
’
s
much
more
if
you
want
it
.
"
"
Don
’
t
you
want
to
eat
something
?
"
"
No
.
I
’
ll
be
hungry
in
a
little
while
.
We
’
ll
save
it
till
then
.
"
