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Mr Lawrence made a step and quickly picked up the knife and drew back again, conscious that the fixed gaze will often awake a slumberer even from deep repose. He stood close to the door viewing this picture of a sleeping girl in a ship's little cabin irradiated by a dim light, whose motions, with the rolling and the pitching of the ship, filled the darkling interior with a hundred dancing spectres. His marine ear would take no heed of the voices of the ship in that cabin, the groans and murmurs, the low whistlings and rusty strainings. This was a concert which his seasoned sense of hearing must miss or overlook in his perception of the picture he viewed. "The best of fathers have known your lot, sir," answered Captain Weaver. "There is no need to go to the Old Testament to learn that." "Yes, we mustn't forget Billy, God bless him." He came out of his abstraction with a start and glanced at her, almost guiltily. "Yes, Chick.".