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Beautiful weather; a mild southwest bloith a ainst the soles of his boots in a

s and learned how to "lean" Froood deal of this time he devoted to

Henley and Morris and Walt Whitman, an ancient brier between his teeth

and a canister of excellent tobacco at his elbow Odd, isn't it, that

an Englishman without his pipe is as incomplete as a Manx cat, which,

as doubtless you know, has no tail After all, does a Manx cat know

that it is incomplete? Let me say, then, as incomplete as a small boy

without pockets

Toward his felloards he was friendly without being companionable;

and as they were of a decent sort, they let hie he opened his trunk and took out the

it, they weren't so bally bad If he could still

re-read them, after an hour or tith Henley, there must be soe of his bunk The sun was

pouring into the porthole; interot up, looked out, listened intently, then

stepped back into the cabin and locked the door Again he listened

There was no sound except the steady heart-beats of the great engines

below He sat down sidewise, took out the cha