The clerk was standing smirking in the doorway.
"You must be going away for quite some time," said he.

And he fixed upon her as greedy and impudent eyes as ever looked from a common face.

It was his battle glance.

Guileful women, bent on trimming him for anything from a piece of plated jewelry to a saucer of ice cream, had led him to believe that before it walls of virtue tottered and fell like Jericho's before the trumpets of Joshua.
"It makes me a little homesick to see the old town disappear," hastily explained Susan, recovering herself.

The instant anyone was watching, her emotions always hid.
"Wouldn't you like to sit out on deck a while ?" pursued the clerk, bringing up a winning smile to reinforce the fetching stare.
The idea was attractive, for she did not feel like sleep.