... (_Garrulously_)
I been out of training, I suppose; when I was at sea I never missed a
day running round the decks, o' course....
MRS. BRAMSON (_sleepily_): Of course.
DAN (_speaking quickly, as if eager to conjure up a vision_): I
remember those mornings--on some sea--very misty pale it is, with the
sun like breathing silver where he's comin' up across the water, but
not blowing on the sea at all ... and the sea-gulls standing on the
deck-rail looking at themselves in the water on the deck, and only me
about and nothing else ...
MRS. BRAMSON (_nodding sleepily_): Yes ...
DAN: And the sun. Just me and the sun.
MRS. BRAMSON (_nodding_): There's no sun now, dear; it's night!
_A pause. He drums his fingers on the Bible._
DAN: Yes ... it's night now. (_Reading, feverishly_) "The ungodly
are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away----"
MRS. BRAMSON: I think I'll go to bye-byes.... We'll have the rest
to-morrow, shall we? (_Testily_) Help me, dear, help me, you know
what I am----
DAN (_drumming his fingers: suddenly, urgently_): Wait a minute .
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