Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ... the tap was light, persuasive, then as it met with no response, firmer, more mandatory. "I'll not answer," she told her heart, which was behaving like a fool. "You surely will answer," tatooed the knuckle. At last, the port held open just far enough to breathe her protest through, she spoke: "Please stop knocking. It makes me nervous as a witch." "I'm sorry. But it's not the knocking that makes you nervous. You're nervous as a which, all right, I've no doubt, but that's owing to your having been mewed up in there so long. Come out. A breath of fresh air will make you sleep." "No, thank you." She tried to close the port, but his hand was in the way, pressing it inward, his firm, pliant, well-formed, well-kept hand, so obviously the hand of a gentleman, so never, never the hand of a... As the old horror swept over her again Elizabeth's cheeks grew ashen. "Coming out?" The steward peered in at her, his keen eyes fixed on her face in a searching gaze. What was the use of resistance? She would have to meet him some time. Better get it over and done with. Her cloak hung where she had put it the fateful night of their last meeting. She caught it up in her trembling fingers. "Oh, by the way," he casually dropped. "The door's unlocked. You can come that way if you want to." Elizabeth hesitated. "But... Mrs. Jerome-Jarvis..." The petty officer's answer was thrown off with an air of easy unconcern that fairly stunned her. "Mrs. Jerome-Jarvis thinks she has suffered a mortal bereavement. She chooses to sequester herself. Like Rachel, she mourns and will not be comforted." "You mean...?" Elizabeth had no doubt as to what he meant, but the will to disbelieve was...
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