Women kissed each other and poured forth hurried messages to be delivered on the other side of the Atlantic.

Having kissed and parted, some of them rushed back and indulged in little clutches again.

Notwithstanding that the tide of humanity surges across the Atlantic almost as regularly as the daily tide surges in on its shores, a wave of emotion sweeps through every ship at such partings.
Salter stood on deck and watched the crowd dispersing.

Some of the people were laughing and some had red eyes.

Groups collected on the wharf and tried to say still more last words to their friends crowding against the rail.
The Worthingtons kept their places and were still looking out, by this time disappointedly.