Captain Caius Hocken, from the stern-sheets of the boat bearing him shoreward, slewed himself half-about for a look back at his vessel, the _Hannah Hoo_ barquentine. This was a ticklish operation, because he wore a tall silk hat and had allowed his hair to grow during the passage home--St. Michael's to Liverpool with a cargo of oranges, and from Liverpool around to Troy in charge of a tug. "I'm wonderin' what 'twill feel like when it comes to my turn," mused his mate Mr Tregaskis, likewise pensively contemplating the _Hannah Hoo_. "Not to be sure, sir, as I'd compare the two cases; me bein' a married man, and you--as they say--with the ship for wife all these years, and children too."…
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