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"McKay," said Recklow, "I don't know what the particular mission may be that brings you and Miss Erith to the Franco-Swiss frontier. I have been merely instructed to carry out your orders whenever you are in touch with me. And I am ready to do so."
What's the damage for a dozen fish?" "Americans awful ones," whispered Miss Erith. McKay rested his folded arms on the parapet and regarded the advance of the flashy man up the grassy slope below. "I don't rent fishing privileges," he said amiably. "That's all right. Name your price. No millionaire guy I ever heard of ever had enough money," returned the flashy man jocosely.
Vaux and Miss Erith bent over the letter, read the apparently innocent message it contained, then read the words through which the diagonal line had been drawn. "The dirty Boche!" added Cassidy. "Dugan has left for Mexico to look up this brother of his and I'm lookin' up this snake, so I guess there's no harm done so far." "New York. "January 3rd. 1916.
A sharp, cold wind began to blow through the strange and sudden darkness. He heard her voice calling his name felt his numbed body shaken, lifted his head from his arms and sat upright on his bunk in the dim chill of his cabin. Miss Erith stood beside his bed, wearing her life-suit. "Kay! Are you awake? "Yes." "Then put on your life-suit. Our destroyers are firing at something.
Deane to Erith, and so aboard my Lord Bruncker and dined, and very merry with him and good discourse between them about ship building, and, after dinner and a little pleasant discourse, we away and by horse back again to Greenwich, and there I to the office very late, offering my persons for all the victualling posts much to my satisfaction.
His voice shook so that he could scarcely control it. Miss Erith laughed. "You adorable boy!" she said. "Stand still while I unlace your life-belt. You can't travel in this." He felt her soft fingers at his throat and turned his face upward. All the blue air seemed glittering with the sun-tipped wings of gulls. The skylark's song, piercingly sweet, seemed to penetrate his soul.
And sweetly, subtly, gradually the lovely phantasm of Miss Evelyn Erith faded, vanished into the thin and frigid atmosphere of his office. That was his antidote to Miss Erith the intent inspection of his fiancee's very beautiful features as inadequately reproduced by an expensive and fashionable Philadelphia photographer. It did the business for Miss Erith every time.
"There were thousands and thousands of insane down there under the earth," she said pitifully. "Yes," he nodded. "Did did they all die?" "Are the insane not better dead, Miss Erith?" he asked calmly.... And continued his recital. That evening there was a full moon over the garden. Recklow lingered with them after dinner for a while, discussing the beginning of the end of all things Hunnish.
Besides East Cove there are others on the north-east and south-east sides of Deal Island; whilst on Erith there is only one called West Cove, in the north part of Murray Pass; it is subject to violent gusts that do not reach East Cove.
The prevalent shape of these old memorials and their almost contemporary dates seem to indicate a fashion of the period, but they are met with in other places of various conformations. There is one at Erith almost square-headed, only 2 feet high, 1 foot 6 inches wide, and 7 inches thick.
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