“From the first day I met her, she was the only woman to me. Every
day of that voyage I loved her more, and many a time since have I
kneeled down in the darkness of the night watch and kissed the deck of
that ship because I knew her dear feet had trod it. She was never
engaged to me. She treated me as fairly as ever a woman treated a man. I
have no complaint to make. It was all love on my side, and all good
comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman,
but I could never again be a free man.”
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