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Breath - shudder - it was Newfoundland water, cold as ice, After breakfast pitched great clumsy English Pennies. The coins are so large that a poor man with "alf a hun-nerd" in his pocket could really say he was loaded with money. Wells and myself won, we beat Morse the horse man, and Hosford the plumbmer, so badly that I guess they wished they had staid at y home. Herreshoff came on deck in the afternoon, the poor fellow seems rather blue around the gills. Together we spent the best part of the afternoon loafing, lounging, on the hurricane deck. At four thirty passed a tramp bound for America.

While in the smoking room playing chess with Col. Royce (by the way haven't seen Mrs. Royce for three days) Wells rushed in and asked me if I knew Helen Loring. I asked why he wanted to know. Because, said he, a Miss Sawyer, on this boat, says she knows her, and thought you might be some relation. So when Miss S. recovers from that funny feeling caused by rough weather I am to meet her and talk over

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