Part 28 (1/2)
”He shi+pped fro to see
”I know it He belongs in Augusty My nevvy”
The reader in of the list, and resumed:
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”Albert May, 267 Rogers Street, City, 27, single ”September 27th--Orvin Dollard, 30, married, drowned in dory off Eastern Point”
That shot went ho and unclasping her hands Mrs Cheyne, who had been listening ide-opened eyes, threw up her head and choked Dan's ht, saw and heard and quicklywent on By the time they reached the January and February wrecks the shots were falling thick and fast, and the s drew breath between their teeth
”February 14th--Schooner ”Harry Randolph” dismasted on the way home from Newfoundland; Asa Musie, married, 32, Main Street, City, lost overboard
”February 23d--Schooner ”Gilbert Hope”; went astray in dory, Robert Beavon, 29, married, native of Pubnico, Nova Scotia”
But his as in the hall They heard a low cry, as though a little aniered out of the hail She had been hoping against hope for one adrift in dories have been -shi+ps Now she had her certainty, and Harvey could see the police a hack for her ”It's fifty cents to the depot”--the driver began, but the policeht in Look at here, Alf; you don't pull me next time my lamps ain't lit See?”
The side-door closed on the patch of bright sunshi+ne, and Harvey's eyes turned again to the reader and his endless list
”April 19th--Schooner ”Malas” lost on the Banks with all hands ”Edward Canton, 43, master, married, City ”D Hawkins, alias Williams, 34, married, Shelbourne, Nova Scotia ”G W Clay, coloured, 28, married, City”
And so on, and so on Great lu in Harvey's throat, and his stomach reminded him of the day when he fell from the liner
”May 10th--Schooner ”We're Here” [the blood tingled all over hile, City, lost overboard”
Oncecry from somewhere at the back of the hall
”She shouldn't ha' co Jack, with a cluck of pity ”Don't scrowge, Harve,” grunted Dan Harvey heard that much, but the rest was all darkness spotted with fiery wheels Disko leaned forward and spoke to his wife, where she sat with one ar down the snatching, catching, ringed hands
”Lean your head daown--right daown!” she whispered ”It'll go off in a minute”
”I ca-an't! I do-don't! Oh, let me--” Mrs Cheyne did not at all knohat she said
”You must,” Mrs Troop repeated ”Your boy's jest fainted dead away
They do that sorowth 'Wish to tend to hiht along with uess We must tend to aour h the crowd as a body-guard, and it was a very white and shaken Harvey that they propped up on a bench in an anteroom
”Favours his ma,” was Mrs Troop's only comment, as the mother bent over her boy
”How d'you suppose he could ever stand it?” she cried indignantly to Cheyne, who had said nothing at all ”It was horrible--horrible! We shouldn't have coht!
Why--why couldn't they put these things in the papers, where they belong? Are you better, darling?”
That uess,”
he said, struggling to his feet, with a broken giggle ”Must ha' been so I ate for breakfast”
”Coffee, perhaps,” said Cheyne, whose face was all in hard lines, as though it had been cut out of bronze ”We won't go back again”