Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea.
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