![]() ![]() ![]() The ramshackle warehouse was the wrong side of the river, the south side, where the buildings jostled for space and the little boats unloaded pocket-size cargos for scant profit. How could I have come up out of deep water and twenty-one years later it hold him down? I would have felt it its not possible that he could be drowned. It is not possible that he be dead and I not know it. I am sorry to write such a bad a sad letter. You will say-I think you will say-that I am lying to myself-that I cannot bear the news and I am dreaming that everyone but me is wrong. I will write again when she has come and told us more. I swear to you on my soul that he is not. ![]() Ned-you know that I would know if my son was dead. I write to you now as I cannot believe it as I know you would want to know at once. Rob’s wife widow says that she is coming to England with his baby. She writes that Rob is drowned dead drowned. I have to tell you that we have had a letter from Rob’s wife from Venice. Reekie Wharf, Southwark, London, Midsummer Eve ![]()
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