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The young man plunged across the threshold, the skirts of his dripping overcoat flapping about his knees and the water pouring from the brim of his hat. He carried the ruin of what had been an umbrella in his hand. It had been blown inside out, and was now but a crumpled tangle of wet fabric and bent and bristling wire. He stumbled over the sill, halted, and turning, addressed the man who had opened the door.
"Cap'n," he stammered, breathlessly, "I -- I -- I've come to see you. I -- I know you must think -- I don't know what you can think -- but -- but -- -- "