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Grey eyes - I am sure he is a doctor, so I call him Dr Chester. 
There is an other fellow, tall, handsome, with a beard, ᵥ[[insertion]] mustache [[/insertion]] and wiskers, eyes, whom I am also quite sure is a doctor also so he is Dr. Howard. 
The last trip we made there was a strange old lady on the ship with husband and son, they are on board again, the son I call - "The Son (or sun)" for he has a light yellow suit. 
Last but not least is a fellow who crossed one year ago with us going home. 
He is a fellow about  
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22 or ? and looks very delicate. Madame and I were always very sorry for him, because he looked so sick (not seasick) He seems very familiar, and I am still very sorry for even though he does look a little better he is by no means well. He walks up and down the deck quite alone with a slow sad step, and looks at you out of [[strikethrough]] the corner[[/strikethrough]] his serious blue eyes. His whole look indicates "weary of the world" so I call him - "Weary". 
It has been very calm and could not have been more so.