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|For a short while under a huge tent in London I was Colonel John Weir.|
I enjoyed the First Class travel. Alternately I was very much filled with consternation and dismay, flabbergasted that a vessel of considerable magnitude could fail to avoid a palpable mass of ice.
There was no hysterical cry, no pain of panic, but puzzlement and sadness as I spied a young maiden so sorrowfully parted from her husband.
She survived, but I did not not. With many others I could not avoid the final ice cold disembarkation.
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