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Updated: September 28, 2024
Among the waiting crowd he discerned Dr. Jim and Muriel, but he did not make his way to them. He knew they would meet later, and he was not feeling sociable that afternoon. So he stood aloof and waited, searching the many faces that lined the deck-rails for the one face that alone he longed to see. He spied her at last, and was conscious of a momentary pang that he fiercely stifled.
Errington and Lorimer leaned on the deck-rails, waving their hats and watching them disappear over the gleaming water, till the very last glimpse of Thelma's crimson hood had vanished, and then they turned to rejoin their companions, who were strolling up and down smoking. "Belle comme un ange!" said Duprez briefly. "In short, I doubt if the angels are so good-looking!"
They all rose from their chairs and leaned on the deck-rails, looking, but uttering no word. "In one of these islands," said Thelma at last, very softly "it was either Seiland or Soroe they once found the tomb of a great chief. There was an inscription outside that warned all men to respect it, but they laughed at the warning and opened the tomb.
Folding his arms, he leaned idly on the deck-rails, and looked gravely and musingly down into the motionless water where the varied lines of the sky were clearly mirrored, when a slight creaking, cracking sound was heard, as of some obstacle grazing against or bumping the side of the yacht.
A blur of faces rose above deck-rails, faces that, looking back, receded finally. The last flag and the last kerchief became vapor. Against the pier-edge, frantically, even perilously forward, her small flag thrust desperately beyond the rail, Mrs. Ross, who had lost a saving sense of time and place, leaned after that ship receding in majesty, long after it had curved from view.
Slipping a British warm over my blue silk pyjamas mother always made me wear pale blue I went on deck. Doe covered his pink-striped pyjamas with a grey silk kimono embroidered with flowers the chance of wearing which garment reconciled him to this cold and early rising and followed me sleepily. In a minute we were leaning over the deck-rails, and watching the sea, as it raced past the ship's hull.
She moved nervously on the seat. The benches that ran along the deck-rails met in an acute angle at the stem of the steamer, so that the pair sat opposite each other with their knees almost touching. He went on: "I hear he hasn't gone back to the office yet." "No," said Marguerite. "But he'll start again on Monday, I think." "But is he fit to go back? I thought he looked awful."
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