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Fine night . '' `` It is that , '' answered Thorpe , again the cold , unresponsive man of reticence . `` When do you expect to get in , Captain ? '' `` About to-morrow noon , '' replied the captain , moving away . Thorpe followed him a short distance , discussing the landing . The cripple stood all night , his bright , luminous eyes gazing clear and unwinking at the moonlight , listening to his Heart Song of the Sea . Next morning continued the traditions of its calm predecessors .