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Updated: May 13, 2025
She had often watched lovers leaning silently on a deck-rail, with eyes fixed on a moonlit wake and hands that crept surreptitiously together. She had envied the credulity of these people and turned away with an ache and emptiness in her own heart.
After that the Indian summer had set in soft, dreamy days when the winds dozed by the hour, the waves nibbled along the shores, and the swelling breast of the ocean rose and fell as if in gentle slumber. But would this good weather last? Babcock rose hurriedly, as this anxiety again took possession of him, and leaned over the deck-rail, scanning the sky.
As the gap closed white-clad men and even women stood crisply out against the deck-rail. Then with much signaling from the halyards the two vessels had converse of which I was the subject, and I with my chest went over the side of the Gretchen.
A High-church English divine, who had met me half an hour before and had hastened to spare me future heartaches by explaining at once that he was married, rose abruptly from his chair beside me and wobbled uncertainly to the deck-rail, where he hung suspended in an attitude of pathetic resignation. Thus recalled to the grim realities of life, Jessica and I looked up and down the deck.
Susan felt, with a little, sick pressure at her heart, that somehow she had lost an old friend! He was stretched out comfortably, his long legs crossed before him, his hands thrust deep in his trousers pockets, and his half-shut, handsome eyes fixed on the rushing strip of green water that was visible between the painted ropes of the deck-rail.
With a bound the captain sprang up the stairs. He paused for an instant, however, and glanced back. "Don't be scared, Miss," he encouraged. "It's only Eben. He's bumped hard aginst the boat. You keep close under cover, an' I'll do what I kin with the boy." By the time the captain reached the side of the boat, Eben had his small skiff tied to the deck-rail.
I buttoned my warm great-coat well round my throat, pulled my cap firmly down over my ears and went to the upper deck and peered out into the thickening sea-mist towards the harbour entrance. I went to the deck-rail and leaned over. Crowds of sea-gulls cawed and wheeled round, seemingly hung suspended in the air by an invisible wire.
She turned from the deck-rail with nervous haste. The next instant she caught her foot against a coil of rope and fell headlong, with a violence that almost stunned her. A moment she lay, then, gasping, began to raise herself. But as she struggled to her knees strong hands lifted her, and a man's voice said gruffly: "Are you hurt?"
"I'm so glad Michael is going back to Magda without knowing about June," said Gillian, coming to a standstill beside the deck-rail. "Going back just because his love is too big for anything else to matter now." "Haven't you told him?" Storran's voice held surprise. "No. I decided not to. I should like Magda to tell him that herself." They were both silent for a little while.
The gig-boat pulled away. Our ship had raised anchor. Radisson leaned over the deck-rail and laughed. "Egad, Phipps," he shouted, "a man may not fight cowards, but he can cudgel them! An I have to wait for you on the River Styx, I'll punish you for making me break promise to these good fellows!" "Promise and when did promise o' yours hold good, Pierre Radisson?"
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