The Wasp, 1913 · page 341 of 364
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This page contains **serialized fiction rather than political satire or cartoons**. It appears to be a dramatic narrative excerpt, likely from a serialized story running in *The Wasp* magazine. The text describes a male character aboard a merchant ship returning to Ireland, reflecting on a woman named Kitty and a dramatic escape. He recalls his brother Alexander cutting through his bonds during a capture at Bottle Harbor, freeing him from legal arrest. The protagonist experiences conflicted emotions—bitter amusement mixed with self-pity regarding lost love, and gratitude toward his brother's intervention. **No specific historical or political figures are identifiable** from this passage. Without seeing the complete story's title, author, or previous context, the specific references and plot remain unclear. The page serves primarily as narrative fiction content rather than satirical commentary typical of *The Wasp*'s usual political cartoons.
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334 THE WASP In his narrow berth in the merchantman that was taking him back to the green isles and narrow seas he lay awake for hours every night, thinking, thinking. His thoughts dealt often with Kitty. He wondered why he had wanted her so persist- ently—why, for that matter, he wanted her still. “After all is said and done, the fact remains that I loved the pretty wench, else I’d never have let her go to Willis when I had her in my hand,” he re- flected. : This reflection amused him, but it was a bitter sort of amusement that sometimes verged on self- pity. He liked to recall and repicture in his clear mind the night of his capture and escape in Bottle Harbor.He could see Alexander’s face now, close to his own, white and unmistakable in the dark, and twisted with anxiety and a desperate purpose. He felt his brother’s fingers on his wrists again, and the shearing cut of the knife across the gnaw- ing cords. It pleased him to think that his brother had set him free from the grip of the law—that he owed his*deliverance to a man of his own blood. This Comichooks.com