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Helen did not stay below very long; and when she reappeared, although still haggard and tear-worn, she looked more composed and resigned. But although she spoke little, she insisted on getting the breakfast ready and busying herself about galley and pantry as usual.
Seeing this, and that it would not take much to start the tears going again, I once more went aloft with the glass to get a lookout; and presently away on the port bow, I saw the white glimpse of canvas--just enough to swear to, but no more. When I was on the royal yard a faint breeze came along, and descending, I clapped a jigger on the fore-topsail-halyards and started to mast-head the heavy yard. Helen hearing me, came out to help, putting all her weight into the pull when I gave the word. But as I might have known, it was too much for us.