The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
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to <strong>the</strong> door and took <strong>the</strong> note from J. B. Midgeley,<br />
who, his missi<strong>on</strong> accomplished, retired in an orderly<br />
manner down <strong>the</strong> passage. Sam looked at <strong>the</strong> letter<br />
with a thrill. He had never seen <strong>the</strong> handwriting before,<br />
but, with <strong>the</strong> eye of love, he recognised it. It was<br />
just <strong>the</strong> sort of hand he would have expected Billie to<br />
write, round and smooth and flowing, <strong>the</strong> writing of a<br />
warm-hearted girl. He tore open <strong>the</strong> envelope.<br />
“Please come up to <strong>the</strong> top deck. I want to speak to<br />
you.”<br />
Sam could not disguise it from himself that he was a<br />
little disappointed. I d<strong>on</strong>’t know if you see anything<br />
wr<strong>on</strong>g with <strong>the</strong> letter, but <strong>the</strong> way Sam looked at it was<br />
that, for a first love-letter, it might have been l<strong>on</strong>ger<br />
and perhaps a shade warmer. And, without running<br />
any risk of writer’s cramp, she might have signed it.<br />
However, <strong>the</strong>se were small matters. No doubt <strong>the</strong> dear<br />
girl had been in a hurry and so forth. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> important<br />
point was that he was going to see her. When a man’s<br />
afraid, sings <strong>the</strong> bard, a beautiful maid is a cheering sight<br />
to see; and <strong>the</strong> same truth holds good when a man has<br />
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made an exhibiti<strong>on</strong> of himself at a ship’s c<strong>on</strong>cert. A<br />
woman’s gentle sympathy, that was what Samuel<br />
Marlowe wanted more than anything else at <strong>the</strong> moment.<br />
That, he felt, was what <strong>the</strong> doctor ordered. He<br />
scrubbed <strong>the</strong> burnt cork off his face with all possible<br />
speed and changed his clo<strong>the</strong>s and made his way to <strong>the</strong><br />
upper deck. It was like Billie, he felt, to have chosen this<br />
spot for <strong>the</strong>ir meeting. It would be deserted and it was<br />
hallowed for <strong>the</strong>m both by sacred associati<strong>on</strong>s.<br />
She was standing at <strong>the</strong> rail, looking out over <strong>the</strong><br />
water. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> mo<strong>on</strong> was quite full. Out <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> horiz<strong>on</strong> to<br />
<strong>the</strong> south its light sh<strong>on</strong>e <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> sea, making it look like<br />
<strong>the</strong> silver beach of some distant fairy island. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> girl<br />
appeared to be wrapped in thought and it was not till<br />
<strong>the</strong> sharp crack of Sam’s head against an overhanging<br />
stanchi<strong>on</strong> announced his approach, that she turned.<br />
“Oh, is that you?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“You’ve been a l<strong>on</strong>g time.”<br />
“It wasn’t an easy job,” explained Sam, “getting all<br />
that burnt cork off. You’ve no noti<strong>on</strong> how <strong>the</strong> stuff sticks.