The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
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eggs and a rasher of ham get cut off in <strong>the</strong>ir prime. I<br />
feel I can rely <strong>on</strong> you.”<br />
“You can!”<br />
“<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>n I’ll say good-bye.”<br />
“Good-bye.”<br />
“I mean really good-bye. I’m sailing for England <strong>on</strong><br />
Saturday <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> ‘Atlantic.’”<br />
“Indeed? My s<strong>on</strong> will be your fellow-traveller.”<br />
Bream Mortimer looked somewhat apprehensive.<br />
“You w<strong>on</strong>’t tell him that I was <strong>the</strong> <strong>on</strong>e who spilled<br />
<strong>the</strong> beans?”<br />
“I beg your pard<strong>on</strong>?”<br />
“You w<strong>on</strong>’t wise him up that I threw a spanner into<br />
<strong>the</strong> machinery?”<br />
“I do not understand you.”<br />
“You w<strong>on</strong>’t tell him that I crabbed his act … gave <strong>the</strong><br />
thing away … gummed <strong>the</strong> game?”<br />
“I shall not menti<strong>on</strong> your chivalrous interventi<strong>on</strong>.”<br />
“Chivalrous?” said Bream Mortimer a little doubtfully.<br />
“I d<strong>on</strong>’t know that I’d call it absolutely chivalrous.<br />
Of course, all’s fair in love and war. Well, I’m<br />
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glad you’re going to keep my share in <strong>the</strong> business<br />
under your hat. It might have been awkward meeting<br />
him <strong>on</strong> board.”<br />
“You are not likely to meet Eustace <strong>on</strong> board. He is a<br />
very indifferent sailor and spends most of his time in<br />
his cabin.”<br />
“That’s good! Saves a lot of awkwardness. Well, goodbye.”<br />
“Good-bye. When you reach England, remember me<br />
to your fa<strong>the</strong>r.”<br />
“He w<strong>on</strong>’t have forgotten you,” said Bream Mortimer,<br />
c<strong>on</strong>fidently. He did not see how it was humanly possible<br />
for any<strong>on</strong>e to forget this woman. She was like a<br />
celebrated chewing-gum. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> taste lingered.<br />
Mrs. Hignett was a woman of instant and decisive<br />
acti<strong>on</strong>. Even while her late visitor was speaking,<br />
schemes had begun to form in her mind like bubbles<br />
rising to <strong>the</strong> surface of a rushing river. By <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong><br />
door had closed behind Bream Mortimer she had at<br />
her disposal no fewer than seven, all good. It took her<br />
but a moment to select <strong>the</strong> best and simplest. She tip-