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When I think of getting her into trouble, I who would give my life just to bring one smile to her dear face, it's that that turns my soul into water. Voice Reading
And yet-and yet-what less could I do? I'll tell you my story, gentlemen, and then I'll ask you, as man to man, what less could I do? Voice Reading
"I must go back a bit. Voice Reading
You seem to know everything, so I expect that you know that I met her when she was a passenger and I was first officer of the ROCK OF GIBRALTAR. Voice Reading
From the first day I met her, she was the only woman to me. Voice Reading
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. Voice Reading
She was never engaged to me. Voice Reading
She treated me as fairly as ever a woman treated a man. Voice Reading
I have no complaint to make. Voice Reading
It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. Voice Reading
When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man. Voice Reading
"Next time I came back from sea, I heard of her marriage. Voice Reading
Well, why shouldn't she marry whom she liked? Title and money-who could carry them better than she? She was born for all that is beautiful and dainty. Voice Reading
I didn't grieve over her marriage. Voice Reading
I was not such a selfish hound as that. Voice Reading
I just rejoiced that good luck had come her way, and that she had not thrown herself away on a penniless sailor. Voice Reading
That's how I loved Mary Fraser. Voice Reading
"Well, I never thought to see her again, but last voyage I was promoted, and the new boat was not yet launched, so I had to wait for a couple of months with my people at Sydenham. Voice Reading
One day out in a country lane I met Theresa Wright, her old maid. Voice Reading
She told me all about her, about him, about everything. Voice Reading
I tell you, gentlemen, it nearly drove me mad. Voice Reading
This drunken hound, that he should dare to raise his hand to her, whose boots he was not worthy to lick! I met Theresa again. Voice Reading
Then I met Mary herself- and met her again. Voice Reading
Then she would meet me no more. Voice Reading
But the other day I had a notice that I was to start on my voyage within a week, and I determined that I would see her once before I left. Voice Reading

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