Soapy combers of the Gulf Stream lunge across the Atlantic carrying with them a clutter of spars, smashed planks, crates, broken chairs, two or three stove-in lifeboats with keels to the sun.
Quietly sank the Vestris, a fortnight ago, some 250 miles east of Hampton Roads, in water two miles deep, beyond hope of recovery. There was no collision, no explosion, no hurricane. She was scuttled, perhaps by negligence.
Dead, or missing and probably dead, are in persons. Twenty-two bodies were recovered. The crew fared better than passengers, 155 out of a...
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