 every pore of one's skin.

The ridiculous victim of jealousy had for some reason or other to stop his engines just then. The steamer drifted slowly up with the tide. Oblivious of my new surroundings I walked the deck, in anxious, deadened abstraction, a commingling of romantic reverie with a very practical survey of my qualifications. For the time was approaching for me to behold my command and to prove my worth in the ultimate test of my profession.

Suddenly I heard myself called by that imbecile. He was beckoning me to come up on his bridge.

I didn't care very much for that, but as it seemed that he had something particular to say I went up the ladder.

He laid his hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight turn, pointing with his other arm at the same time.

"There! That's your ship, Captain," he said.

I felt a thump in my breast - only one, as if my heart had then ceased to beat. There were ten or more ships moored along the bank, and the one he meant was partly hidden away from my sight by her next astern. He said: "We'll drift abreast her in a moment."

What was his tone? Mocking? Threatening? Or only indifferent? I could not tell. I suspected some malice in this unexpected manifestation of interest.

He left me, and I leaned over the rail of the bridge looking over the side. I dared not raise my eyes. Yet it had to be done - and, indeed, I could not have helped myself. I believe I trembled.

But directly my eyes had rested on my ship all my fear vanished. It went off swiftly, like a bad dream. Only that a dream leaves no shame behind it, and that I felt a momentary shame at my unworthy suspicions.

Yes, there she was. Her hull, her rigging filled my eye with a great content. That feeling of life-emptiness which had made me so restless for the last few months lost its bitter plausibility, its evil influence, dissolved in a flow of joyous emotion.

At first glance I saw that she was a high-class vessel, a harmonious creature in the lines of her fine body, in the proportioned tallness of her spars. Whatever her age and her history, she had preserved the stamp of her origin. She was
every pore of one's skin. 

 The ridiculous victim of jealousy had for some rationality or early to stop his engines barely then. The soft-shell clam drifted slowly up with the tide. forgetful of my new surroundings I walked the pack of cards, in anxious, deaden abstraction, a commingling of quixotic reverie with a very practical survey of my qualification. For the meter was approaching for me to behold my command and to prove my worth in the ultimate test of my profession. 

 Suddenly I hear myself called by that imbecile. He was beckoning me to fall up on his bridge. 

 I didn't care very much for that, but as it seemed that he had something especial to say I went up the ladder. 

 He laid his hand on my shoulder and give me a slight turn, pointing with his other arm at the like clock time. 

 " There! That's your ship, Captain, " he said. 

 I felt a thump in my breast - only one, as if my heart had then ceased to beat. There were ten or more ships moored along the depository financial institution, and the one he meant was partly obscure aside from my sight by her next astern. He said: " We'll roll abreast her in a moment. " 

 What was his tone? Mocking? Threatening? Or merely indifferent? I could not tell. I suspected some malice in this unexpected manifestation of interest. 

 He forget me, and I leaned over the rail of the bridge looking over the side. I defy not raise my eye. Yet it had to be done - and, indeed, I could not have helped myself. I believe I trembled. 

 But immediately my eyes had rested on my ship all my fear vanished. It went off swiftly, like a bad dream. Only that a dream leave no shame behind it, and that I feel a momentary pity at my unworthy suspicions. 

 Yes, there she was. Her hull, her rigging filled my center with a great content. That touch of life - emptiness which had make me so restless for the concluding few months miss its bitter plausibility, its evil influence, dissolved in a flow of joyous emotion. 

 At first glance I see that she was a high - class vessel, a harmonious animal in the lines of her fine body, in the proportioned tallness of her spars. Whatever her age and her history, she had save the stamp of her origin. She was
 evfry pore of one's skin.

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Susdenly I heard myself called by that imbecile. Ye wad beckoning ne to come up on mps bridce.

I didm't care very mmch fmr rhat, but as it seemed that he had sometring parthcblar to say I went up tye lagder.

Ve lxud fis hend on my shkulder and gave me a wlight turn, pointinb rpyh his other arm ae ehe same time.

"There! That's your ship, Captdin," he said.

I felt a thump un my breast - only ong, as if my heart had then ceased to beat. There were ten or kore afipw iuirfd along the bank, and the one he meant was pawflu midden away from my sight bu jet next astern. Fe saib: "Ws'll drift abreast jer in w momwnt."

What wws hos tone? Mocking? Threatening? Or only indpffeeent? I could not tzll. I suspecced soke makice in this unexpected manjfestation lf intereag.

He left me, and K lvaneg over the rail of the briqge lookiig ovzr the skde. O dareq not raisf my cfes. Yet it had to he doue - atd, indeed, L could not have helped myself. M believe I ttemtleg.

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every pore of one's skin. The ridiculous jealousy for some or other to The drifted slowly up the tide. Oblivious my new surroundings I walked the in anxious, deadened abstraction, a commingling of romantic reverie with a very practical of my qualifications. For the time was approaching for me to behold my and prove worth the ultimate test of my profession. Suddenly I heard myself called by that imbecile. He was me to come up on his bridge. I care very much for but as it seemed that had particular to I up ladder. He laid hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight turn, pointing with his other arm at the time. "There! ship, Captain," said. felt thump in my only one, as if my heart to beat. There were ten or more ships along the and the one he meant was hidden away from my sight by her next He said: "We'll drift abreast her in a moment." What was his tone? Mocking? Threatening? indifferent? I could not I suspected some in unexpected of He left and I leaned over the rail of the bridge looking over side. I dared not raise my eyes. Yet it had done and, indeed, I not have helped myself. believe trembled. But directly my rested my fear It off swiftly, like a dream. Only that a dream no shame behind it, momentary shame at my unworthy suspicions. Yes, there was. Her hull, her rigging filled my with a great content. That feeling of life-emptiness which had made me restless for few months lost its bitter plausibility, its evil dissolved in a flow joyous emotion. At first glance I saw that she a vessel, a creature in the of her fine in the proportioned her spars. her and had preserved the stamp of her She
 every pore of one's skin.

The ridIculous vicTim of JeaLouSy Had fOr soMe reason or otheR To stOp his engines just then. ThE steaMeR DrifTEd SlowlY up with THe TIDe. OBlIvIouS oF My New suRroUndings i walked the DecK, iN anxious, deadENeD abstractiOn, a Commingling oF roMantic ReVerIE with A veRy praCtical SUrvey oF my qualifIcATions. FOR the timE WAs ApprOaching for me to behOLd MY command and to pRove my WoRTh IN The UltImate test oF mY profESsion.

SuDDeNLY i heARd myself calleD by that imbeCIle. he was bEcKonINg me to Come uP oN His Bridge.

I didn'T carE very much For thaT, But as it SEemed thAt he haD soMetHing PArTiCulAr TO saY i wEnt UP thE ladder.

HE lAiD his hAnd oN MY SHoulDer And gAve me A slight turn, poIntIng wITh hIs othEr arm At thE sAme tiMe.

"TherE! That'S yOur ship, Captain," hE saiD.

I felt a thUmp In My bReAst - onLY one, as If mY heArt had tHen ceasED to BeAT. tHeRe were ten or more shiPs MOOrEd along tHe bank, ANd ThE One he meaNt Was PartLY HiddeN awaY FrOm my sighT by her NExT aStern. He SaId: "We'll DrIft AbrEast hER in a Moment."

what was hIs tonE? mocking? ThreateNIng? Or only indiFFeRENt? i CoulD noT tell. I suspeCted SOme mAlicE In ThiS UnexpEcted MaNIfEStation of interest.

He LeFt me, anD I leaNed over the raiL of the bridGE LOoking ovEr thE SiDE. I dared not raisE my eyEs. Yet it had TO be done - aNd, indEed, I coulD not have hELPed myselF. I bEliEve i trEMBlEd.

But directly MY Eyes HaD rested On mY ship alL my FeaR vaNisHeD. It went ofF swiftly, LiKe A bAd DreAm. OnlY That a dreAm LeaVeS no Shame BEhind iT, and tHat I FeLt A MomEntary sHAmE AT my uNwOrThy sUspIcIons.

YEs, thERe sHe was. HeR hull, her rIggINg fiLlEd My eye wiTh a great conteNt. that feelinG oF liFe-emptINEss which Had made me so restless for tHE last feW moNths lOst iTs bitter pLauSibiliTy, iTS evil iNfluenCe, disSoLveD IN a floW OF jOyoUs Emotion.

At fIRSt gLance i sAw thAt she waS a high-class vessel, a HArmOnious creaturE in The lINEs Of hER fINe bOdY, In tHE Proportioned talLness of her SpARs. whatever heR Age AnD her hisTory, she Had prEServed tHe stamp of Her origin. shE was
 every pore of one's skin. 

The ridi culou s v ict im  ofjeal ousy had for s o me r eason or other to stop  hisen g ines ju st th en. The st e a mer  d ri fte ds lo wly u p w ith the  tide. Obl ivi ou s of my news ur roundingsI w alked the de ck,  in an xi ous ,  dead ene d abs tracti o n, a c omminglin go f roma n tic rev e r ie  wit h a very practica l  s u rvey of my qua lifica ti o ns . For  th e time was  a pproa c hing fo r  m e t o b e hold my comma nd and to p r ove  my wo rt h i n  the u ltima te tes t of my pro fess ion.

Sud denlyI  heardm yself c alledbytha t im b ec il e.He was be cko n ing  me to c om eup on  his b r i dge. 

I  did n't c are very much  fo r th a t,but a s itseem ed  that  he ha d som et hing particular  tosay I wen t u pthe  l adder . 

He l aid  hi s handon my s h oul de r a nd  gave me a slighttu r n ,pointing  withh is  o t her armat  th e sa m e  time .

" T he re! That 's you r  s hi p, Capt ai n," he  s aid .
I fel t  a t hump i n my bre ast - only one, as i f  my heart had th e n  c e ased  to  beat. Ther e we r e te n or mo res hipsmoore da lo n g the bank, and the  o ne hemeant  was partly h idden away f r om my si ghtb yh er next astern . Hesaid: "We' l l driftabrea st her i n a momen t . "

Whatwas  hi s t one ? Mo cking? Threat e n ing?  O r onlyind ifferen t?I c oul d n ot  tell. Isuspecte dso me  m ali ce in this une xp ect ed  ma nifes t ationof in tere st .Heleft me ,  a n d  I l ea ne d ov erth e rai l of the  bridge  lookingove r  the  s id e. I da red not raise  m y eyes. Ye tithad to b e done -  and, indeed, I could n o t havehel ped m ysel f. I beli eve  I tre mbl e d.

Bu t dire ctlymy  ey e s  hadr e st edon  my ship a l l  my  fear  v anis hed. It  went off swiftly, lik e a bad dream . O nlyt h at  ad re a m l ea v esn o  shame behind i t, and tha tI  f elt a mome n tar yshame a t my un worth y  suspic ions.

Ye s, theresh e wa s .  He r hull, he r riggin g filledm y eye wi th agre at con te nt.  That  feeli n g o f lif e-empt in ess wh ich h ad  made me  so restless for the la st few  mont hslost itsbit t erplausibil ity,  its evilinf lue nce,dis s olved  ina  f low of jo yous emotion.At  fi r s tglance I sa w t hat  shewas a high -cla ss vessel, a harm o nious creature  int h e l ine s  ofhe r fine body, i n t he p roportio ne d tallnessof her s pa r s. Wh atever  her a ge andh e rh istory , sh e h ad preser ved  t h e stamp  o fh er ori gin.  S he was 
 every_pore of_one's skin.

The ridiculous victim_of jealousy_had_for some_reason_or other to_stop his engines_just then. The steamer_drifted slowly up_with_the tide. Oblivious of my new surroundings I walked the deck, in anxious, deadened_abstraction,_a commingling_of_romantic_reverie with a very practical_survey of my qualifications. For_the time_was approaching for me to behold my command_and_to prove my_worth in the ultimate test of my profession.

Suddenly I_heard myself called by that imbecile._He was beckoning_me_to_come up on his_bridge.

I didn't care very much for_that, but as it seemed that_he had something particular to say I_went up the ladder.

He laid his_hand on my shoulder and_gave me_a slight turn, pointing with_his other arm_at the_same time.

"There! That's_your ship, Captain," he said.

I felt_a thump in_my breast - only one, as_if_my heart had_then_ceased_to beat._There were ten_or_more ships_moored_along the bank, and the one_he_meant was partly hidden away from my_sight by her next_astern._He said: "We'll drift_abreast her in a moment."

What_was his tone? Mocking? Threatening? Or_only indifferent?_I could_not tell. I suspected some malice in this unexpected manifestation of_interest.

He left me, and I leaned_over the rail of_the bridge_looking_over the side._I_dared not_raise my eyes. Yet it had to_be done_- and, indeed, I could not_have helped myself. I_believe_I trembled.

But directly my eyes had_rested on my ship all my_fear vanished. It went off_swiftly,_like_a bad dream. Only that_a dream leaves no shame behind_it, and that_I felt a momentary shame at my_unworthy_suspicions.

Yes, there she was. Her hull,_her_rigging filled my eye with a_great_content._That feeling of life-emptiness which_had made me so restless for_the last few months lost its bitter plausibility, its_evil influence, dissolved_in a flow of joyous_emotion.

At_first_glance I saw that she was a high-class vessel, a_harmonious creature_in the lines_of her fine body, in the proportioned tallness of her_spars. Whatever her age and her history,_she had preserved the stamp of her origin. She was