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Now you can think

‘I give you a riddle,’ Olsen said suddenly. ‘It is black. It has eight wheels. But it is no vehicle. What is it?’ His penetrating, slightly protuberant eyes surveyed them as they shook their heads....

All winter we ate Alexander

Nadya rose to her feet and leaned over Olsen, embracing him and laughing. He bore with it with no loss of composure. She sat down at last, the bear skin across her knees. Josef came...

There is more than the bear to look at

Olsen said: ‘Not tomorrow morning.’ ‘Why not? Katerina must have air.’ ‘She can wait till we berth in Dieppe. Not a stroke of work was done on the ship while she was out this morning....

‘Do you like her?’

‘The bear goes a walk,’ Mrs Simanyi said. ‘Would the little Annabel wish to see this?’ ‘I’m sure she would,’ Mary said. ‘Thank you. Where is it?’ She pointed and smiled. ‘On the deck. That...

Next time she must speak

Carling clutched the rail in his agony, feeling the cold, wet metal sting his skin. Nothing made sense unless there was an answer, somewhere, somehow. She could not have left him like that without a...

Don’t be long away

‘I’ve been thinking,’ Carling said, ‘that I might give up the sea.’ She looked at him, brow furrowed, eyes half closed, as though he were a stranger whom she could not be sure of trusting....

A tip on form

‘How long have you been going through the passengers’ belongings?’ ‘I didn’t do that,’ Thorsen said quickly. ‘There was no need. She had left the passport on her bunk.’ Mouritzen was not sure whether he...

A big box, painted green

Annabel ran back to them. ‘Will there be any more horses?’ she asked. ‘No more.’ Mouritzen bent down to her. ‘But something else. Do you wish to see?’ She nodded, and he lifted her in...

To be shipped overseas

Mary said: ‘A life of hard work, and then to be shipped overseas to a foreign butcher. It doesn’t seem fair, does it?’ ‘I have thought that, too,’ he said. ‘But a farmer cannot be...