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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: Liverpool on it; I don't know why unless because the Ferndale was
registered in Liverpool. It was very thick plate glass. Anyhow,
the upper part got smashed, and directly we had attended to things
aloft Mr. Franklin had set the carpenter to patch up the damage with
some pieces of plain glass. I don't know where they got them; I
think the people who fitted up new bookcases in the captain's room
had left some spare panes. Chips was there the whole afternoon on
his knees, messing with putty and red-lead. It wasn't a neat job
when it was done, not by any means, but it would serve to keep the
weather out and let the light in. Clear glass. And of course I was
not thinking of it. I just stooped to pick up that rope and found
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