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He became so attentive that he did not notice Mrs Brown till she actually stopped before him for a moment to say: "Mrs Anthony doesn't want any assistance, sir." This was you understand the voyage before Mr Powell young Powell then joined the Ferndale; chance having arranged that he should get his start in life in that particular ship of all the ships then in the port of London.
"Here is my card," interrupted the woman, evidently noting Dorothy's embarrassment. Dorothy accepted the piece of cardboard, and glancing at it read: MISS ESTELLE BROOKS Expert Penman Envelopes addressed, etc. Benson Road, Ferndale. As she read the card it flashed through Dorothy's mind that after all the woman might simply be trying to get trade.
"It was very dark on the quarter-deck of the Ferndale between the deep bulwarks overshadowed by the break of the poop and frowned upon by the front of the warehouse. I plumped down on to my chest near the after hatch as if my legs had been jerked from under me. I felt suddenly very tired and languid.
I am going to get the wife!... I yelled, all the watch on deck yelled. Crash!" Mr Powell gasped at the recollection. "It was a Belgian Green Star liner, the Westland," he went on, "commanded by one of those stop-for-nothing skippers. Flaherty was his name and I hope he will die without absolution. She cut half through the old Ferndale and after the blow there was a silence like death.
"Don't you know?" he uttered in a deep voice. "Know what?" "That the Ferndale was lost this four years or more. Sunk. Collision. And Captain Anthony went down with her." "You don't say so!" I cried quite affected as if I had known Captain Anthony personally. "Was was Mrs. Anthony lost too?" "You might as well ask if I was lost," Mr. Powell rejoined so testily as to surprise me.
But nothing can rob me of it now... Don't think that I repine. I am not even sad now. Yes, I have been happy. But I remember also the time when I was unhappy beyond endurance, beyond desperation. Yes. You remember that. And later on, too. There was a time on board the Ferndale when the only moments of relief I knew were when I made Mr Powell talk to me a little on the poop. You like him?
It had the arms of the city of Liverpool on it; I don't know why unless because the Ferndale was registered in Liverpool. It was very thick plate glass. Anyhow, the upper part got smashed, and directly we had attended to things aloft Mr. Franklin had set the carpenter to patch up the damage with some pieces of plain glass.
She let herself be carried along by a mysterious force which her person had called into being, as her father had been carried away out of his depth by the unexpected power of successful advertising. "They went on board that morning. The Ferndale had just come to her loading berth.
"Did you ever see an old castle off toward Ferndale?" "The Mayberry mansion?" suggested Ned. "Perhaps," replied Tavia. "It is set in a deep woods or some sort of jungle." "Why, that's Tanglewood Park," declared Nat. "How in the world did you get over that way?"
I walked through in a trance, faced Mr. Powell, from whom I learned that we were bound to Port Elizabeth first, and signed my name on the Articles of the ship Ferndale as second mate the voyage not to exceed two years. "You won't fail to join eh?" says the captain anxiously. "It would cause no end of trouble and expense if you did.
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