‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. Sometimes at sea a skipper will order his men to trim, batten down the hatches, and clear the deck of all litter. And it hampers us. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. He jumps the words out of your mouth; he takes hold of what you have to say before you have had time to express it properly. Not I. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to.
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