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CHAPTER THREE

behind them, he flung himself face downwards on his bed, beating his fists against the pillow as a child might do.
" I won't go, I won't!" he said again.
Lizbeth felt for the tinder box and lit the candles on the dressing-table. She wondered what she could say to comfort Francis and as she walked across to the bed, she remembered her mother's words.
" You must look after Francis," she had said as she was dying.
" Yes, Mother," Lizbeth had answered.
" He cannot look after himself. You must remember that, always."
Lizbeth was remembering it now. Francis could not look after himself. She sat down on the bed and started to stroke his hair.
" I won't go to sea," Francis cried helplessly and miserably into his pillow; but he said it without conviction, for he was not strong enough to defy his father, and both he and Lizbeth knew it.
Lizbeth felt the tears gather in her eyes. She, too, was suffering.
" I hate them all. They are all against me, and I never have a chance to do what I want to do. It isn't fair. It isn't fair," Francis sobbed.
It was not fair, Lizbeth thought, that there should be so much unhappiness under one roof.

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