‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths. ‘I can manage now. Sheppard. And from then on we'll see them, port and starboard, to the end of the voyage. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one voice in protest, the other dominant. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief.
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