A real man makes his own luck. Right, Dawson? And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing? Yes, ma'am, I do. I've got everything I need right here with me. I have air in my lungs and blank sheets of paper.
Boiler room six is flooded eight feet and the mail hold is worse.
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Thousands of tons of Hockley steel are in this ship.
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Mother. Of course. Could always be counted upon.
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This way. Through the rail.
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You're next, darling.
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Get out the door! Go!
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Don't lower it!
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Hello, girls. I was hoping I'd catch you at tea. We're awfully sorry, you missed it. The Countess and I were just off to take the air on the boat deck. What a lovely idea. I need to catch up on my gossip.