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The
answer
to
this
was
an
exasperated
"
Never
"
;
and
at
once
Sterne
,
with
a
very
firm
expression
of
face
,
turned
the
handle
.
Mr.
Massy
's
stateroom
--
a
narrow
,
one-berth
cabin
--
smelt
strongly
of
soap
,
and
presented
to
view
a
swept
,
dusted
,
unadorned
neatness
,
not
so
much
bare
as
barren
,
not
so
much
severe
as
starved
and
lacking
in
humanity
,
like
the
ward
of
a
public
hospital
,
or
rather
(
owing
to
the
small
size
)
like
the
clean
retreat
of
a
desperately
poor
but
exemplary
person
.
Not
a
single
photograph
frame
ornamented
the
bulkheads
;
not
a
single
article
of
clothing
,
not
as
much
as
a
spare
cap
,
hung
from
the
brass
hooks
.
All
the
inside
was
painted
in
one
plain
tint
of
pale
blue
;
two
big
sea-chests
in
sailcloth
covers
and
with
iron
padlocks
fitted
exactly
in
the
space
under
the
bunk
.
One
glance
was
enough
to
embrace
all
the
strip
of
scrubbed
planks
within
the
four
unconcealed
corners
.
The
absence
of
the
usual
settee
was
striking
;
the
teak-wood
top
of
the
washing-stand
seemed
hermetically
closed
,
and
so
was
the
lid
of
the
writing-desk
,
which
protruded
from
the
partition
at
the
foot
of
the
bed-place
,
containing
a
mattress
as
thin
as
a
pancake
under
a
threadbare
blanket
with
a
faded
red
stripe
,
and
a
folded
mosquito-net
against
the
nights
spent
in
harbor
.
There
was
not
a
scrap
of
paper
anywhere
in
sight
,
no
boots
on
the
floor
,
no
litter
of
any
sort
,
not
a
speck
of
dust
anywhere
;
no
traces
of
pipe-ash
even
,
which
,
in
a
heavy
smoker
,
was
morally
revolting
,
like
a
manifestation
of
extreme
hypocrisy
;
and
the
bottom
of
the
old
wooden
arm-chair
(
the
only
seat
there
)
,
polished
with
much
use
,
shone
as
if
its
shabbiness
had
been
waxed
.
The
screen
of
leaves
on
the
bank
,
passing
as
if
unrolled
endlessly
in
the
round
opening
of
the
port
,
sent
a
wavering
network
of
light
and
shade
into
the
place
.
Sterne
,
holding
the
door
open
with
one
hand
,
had
thrust
in
his
head
and
shoulders
.
At
this
amazing
intrusion
Massy
,
who
was
doing
absolutely
nothing
,
jumped
up
speechless
.
"
Do
n't
call
names
,
"
murmured
Sterne
hurriedly
.
"
I
wo
n't
be
called
names
.
I
think
of
nothing
but
your
good
,
Mr.
Massy
.
"
A
pause
as
of
extreme
astonishment
followed
.
They
both
seemed
to
have
lost
their
tongues
.
Then
the
mate
went
on
with
a
discreet
glibness
.
"
You
simply
could
n't
conceive
what
's
going
on
on
board
your
ship
.
It
would
n't
enter
your
head
for
a
moment
.
You
are
too
good
--
too
--
too
upright
,
Mr.
Massy
,
to
suspect
anybody
of
such
a
...
It
's
enough
to
make
your
hair
stand
on
end
.
"
He
watched
for
the
effect
:
Massy
seemed
dazed
,
uncomprehending
.
He
only
passed
the
palm
of
his
hand
on
the
coal-black
wisps
plastered
across
the
top
of
his
head
.
In
a
tone
suddenly
changed
to
confidential
audacity
Sterne
hastened
on
.
"
Remember
that
there
's
only
six
weeks
left
to
run
...
"
The
other
was
looking
at
him
stonily
...
"
so
anyhow
you
shall
require
a
captain
for
the
ship
before
long
.
"
