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thCaptain Jenkin caught cold and was
confined to bed. He was so unchanged in spirit that at first there
seemed no ground of fear; but his great age began to telland presently it
was plain he had a summons. The charm of his sailor's cheerfulness
and ancient courtesyas he lay dyingis not to be described. There he
laysinging his old sea songs; watching the poultry from the window
with a child's delight; scribbling on the slate little messages to his wife
who lay bed-ridden in another room; glad to have Psalms read aloud to
himif they were of a pious strain - checkingwith an 'I don't think we
need read thatmy dear' any that were gloomy or bloody. Fleeming's
wife coming to the house and asking one of the nurses for news of Mrs.
Jenkin'MadamI do not know' said the nurse; 'for I am really so carried
away by the Captain that I can think of nothing else.' One of the last
messages scribbled to his wife and sent her with a glass of the
champagne that had been ordered for himselfranin his most finished
vein of childish madrigal: 'The Captain bows to youmy loveacross
the table.' When the end was near and it was thought best that
Fleeming should no longer go home but sleep at [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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