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Patience leaned over the upper railing, looking at the expectant crowd on the wharf, wondering when the captain would remember her. She felt a strong inclination to run after Mr. Field. As he receded up the wharf, surrounded by his family, he turned and waved his hand to her.
"Why couldn't he have been Mr. Foord's brother or something? " she thought resentfully. "I think he might have adopted me."