It was a howling gale outside, but howling gales were common things to Peter, and he did not see why this one need hinder his taking a little stroll along the docks. Something in the appearance of the vessel just rounding the Point helped to give new life to the idea he had been entertaining for some minutes now--that a little trip along the harbor front wouldn’t be a half bad notion. Exactly what that something was Peter could not say. Queer inner workings were not to be argued as if they were Trust or Tariff questions; but this vessel--and she certainly was an able vessel--and the vessel just before her was an able vessel too--both these vessels, he might say, tearing around the Point, ra…
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