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He waited for a moment, considerably dashed, and then said
"Oh," in a very unfriendly manner. She found her place in the
magazine, assumed a more comfortable position, and, with noteworthy
resolution, set about reading as if her life depended upon it.
He sat down, pulled the rug up to his chin, and stared out at the
great, heaving billows. Suddenly remembering another injury, he felt
once more of the back of his head.
"By jove!" he exclaimed. "There _is_ a lump there."
"I can't hear you," she said, allowing the magazine to drop into her
lap, but keeping her place carefully marked with one of her fingers.
"I can hear you perfectly," he said.
"It's the way the wind blows," she explained.
"Easily remedied," said he. "I'll move into Mrs. Gaston's chair if
you think it will help any."
"Do!" she said promptly. "You will not disturb me in the least,--
unless you talk." She resumed her reading, half a page above the
finger tip.
He moved over and arranged himself comfortably, snugly in Mrs.
Gaston's chair. Their elbows almost met.


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