John Holdsworth, Chief Mate by W. Clark Russell

Holdsworth spent the greater part of the evening in writing a letter to Mr. Sherman. At twelve o'clock next day he was an inmate of Mrs. Parrot's house in the Ellesmere Road.

In his walk to the lodgings he had met only strange faces, one or two of which looked after him, struck, perhaps, by his keen fugitive glance, his slow pace that stole along the ground, and his depressed head, as though there were a shame in his heart that made the daylight painful.