Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and imprisoned in Courtlaw’s burning fingers. Once a sick sailor drew three pictures for me and set down every stay and brace and sail—square-rigger, schooner, and sloop. Ruth shivered; she was cold. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. A woman touched him lightly on the arm, and smiled into his face. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun.
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