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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<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> spell which had lain <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> audience broke. This<br />
imitati<strong>on</strong> seemed to <strong>the</strong>m to possess in an extraordinary<br />
measure <strong>the</strong> <strong>on</strong>e quality which renders amateur<br />
imitati<strong>on</strong>s tolerable, that of brevity. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>y had seen<br />
many amateur imitati<strong>on</strong>s, but never <strong>on</strong>e as short as<br />
this. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> salo<strong>on</strong> echoed with <strong>the</strong>ir applause.<br />
It brought no balm to Samuel Marlowe. He did not<br />
hear it. He had fled for refuge to his state-room and<br />
was lying in <strong>the</strong> lower berth, chewing <strong>the</strong> pillow, a soul<br />
in torment.<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 />
72<br />
CHAPTER VII<br />
Sundered Hearts<br />
THERE WAS A TAP at <strong>the</strong> door. Sam sat up dizzily. He<br />
had lost all count of time.<br />
“Who’s that?”<br />
“I have a note for you, sir.”<br />
It was <strong>the</strong> level voice of J. B. Midgeley, <strong>the</strong> steward.<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> stewards of <strong>the</strong> White Star Line, besides being <strong>the</strong><br />
civillest and most obliging body of men in <strong>the</strong> world,<br />
all have soft and pleasant voices. A White Star steward,<br />
waking you up at six-thirty, to tell you that your<br />
bath is ready, when you wanted to sleep <strong>on</strong> till twelve,<br />
is <strong>the</strong> nearest human approach to <strong>the</strong> nightingale.<br />
“A what?”<br />
“A note, sir.”<br />
Sam jumped up and switched <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> light. He went