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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Into <strong>the</strong> glare of <strong>the</strong> headlights <strong>the</strong>re stepped a strange<br />
figure, strange, that is to say, in <strong>the</strong>se tame modern<br />
times. In <strong>the</strong> Middle Ages he would have excited no<br />
comment at all. Passers by would simply have said to<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves, “Ah, ano<strong>the</strong>r of those knights off after <strong>the</strong><br />
drag<strong>on</strong>s!” and would have g<strong>on</strong>e <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir way with a<br />
civil greeting. But in <strong>the</strong> present age it is always somewhat<br />
startling to see a helmeted head pop up in fr<strong>on</strong>t<br />
of your motor car. At any rate, it startled Bream. I will<br />
go fur<strong>the</strong>r. It gave Bream <strong>the</strong> shock of a lifetime. He<br />
had had shocks already that night, but n<strong>on</strong>e to be compared<br />
with this. Or perhaps it was that this shock, coming<br />
<strong>on</strong> top of those shocks, affected him more disastrously<br />
than it would have d<strong>on</strong>e if it had been <strong>the</strong> first<br />
of <strong>the</strong> series instead of <strong>the</strong> last. One may express <strong>the</strong><br />
thing briefly by saying that, as far as Bream was c<strong>on</strong>cerned,<br />
Sam’s unc<strong>on</strong>venti<strong>on</strong>al appearance put <strong>the</strong> lid<br />
<strong>on</strong> it. He did not hesitate. He did not pause to make<br />
comments or ask questi<strong>on</strong>s. With a single cat-like<br />
screech which took years off <strong>the</strong> lives of <strong>the</strong> abruptly<br />
wakened birds roosting in <strong>the</strong> neighbouring trees, he<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Girl</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Boat</strong><br />
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dashed away towards <strong>the</strong> house and, reaching his room,<br />
locked <strong>the</strong> door and pushed <strong>the</strong> bed, <strong>the</strong> chest of drawers,<br />
two chairs, <strong>the</strong> towel stand, and three pairs of boots<br />
against it.<br />
Out <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> drive Billie was staring at <strong>the</strong> man in<br />
armour who had now, with a masterful wrench which<br />
informed <strong>the</strong> car right away that he would stand no<br />
n<strong>on</strong>sense, set <strong>the</strong> engine going again.<br />
“Why—why,” she stammered, “why are you wearing<br />
that thing <strong>on</strong> your head?”<br />
“Because I can’t get it off.”<br />
Hollow as <strong>the</strong> voice was, Billie recognised it.<br />
“S—Mr. Marlowe!” she exclaimed.<br />
“Get in,” said Sam. He had seated himself at <strong>the</strong> steering<br />
wheel. “Where can I take you?”<br />
“Go away!” said Billie.<br />
“Get in!”<br />
“I d<strong>on</strong>’t want to talk to you.”<br />
“I want to talk to you! Get in!”<br />
“I w<strong>on</strong>’t.”<br />
Sam bent over <strong>the</strong> side of <strong>the</strong> car, put his hands un-