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And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. “No, those are my brother’s dog tags. He took a sip of punch and commenced his relation. Then it dawned. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless.
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