The Wistful Voyage
"The ledger, if you please," said Hollis. Edward Ashworth did not look up. He kept writing. The pen moved with the regularity of a link in a chain. Hollis waited. He was a new man, sent from the board at Harcross. His collar was new. His voice was new. He had never stood upon a bridge in flood. Behind him stood Murchison, the junior surveyor, twenty-three years old, holding the theodolite case...
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