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"
Who
was
she
?
"
he
asked
curiously
,
turning
his
head
.
"
I
've
always
wanted
to
know
.
"
"
A
great
lady
.
"
"
Well
,
she
's
got
to
be
related
to
you
;
she
looks
like
you
a
bit
.
"
"
Her
?
A
relation
of
mine
?
"
The
eyes
left
their
contemplation
of
the
picture
and
rested
on
her
son
's
face
ironically
.
"
Now
,
do
I
look
as
if
I
could
ever
have
had
a
relative
like
her
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
've
cobwebs
in
your
brain
;
brush
them
out
.
"
"
I
wish
you
'd
tell
me
,
Mum
.
"
She
sighed
and
shut
the
spinet
,
dusting
the
gold
off
her
fingers
.
"
There
's
nothing
to
tell
,
nothing
at
all
.
Come
on
,
help
me
move
these
things
into
the
middle
of
the
room
,
so
Daddy
can
pack
them
.
"
*
*
*
The
voyage
was
a
nightmare
.
Before
the
Wahine
was
out
of
Wellington
harbor
they
were
all
seasick
,
and
they
continued
to
be
seasick
all
the
way
across
twelve
hundred
miles
of
gale-stirred
,
wintry
seas
.
Paddy
took
the
boys
up
on
deck
and
kept
them
there
in
spite
of
the
bitter
wind
and
constant
spray
,
only
going
below
to
see
his
women
and
baby
when
some
kind
soul
volunteered
to
keep
an
eye
on
his
four
miserable
,
retching
boys
.
Much
though
he
yearned
for
fresh
air
,
Frank
had
elected
to
remain
below
to
guard
the
women
.
The
cabin
was
tiny
,
stifling
and
reeked
of
oil
,
for
it
was
below
the
water
line
and
toward
the
bow
,
where
the
ship
's
motion
was
most
violent
.
