8/16 Never had any special fancy for salt water, though I do make my living of it now, as you may say, in a sense." During this biographical excursion Tom Verity's attention wandered. She had altered her position turning half round as she scanned the strip of sandy warren with its row of sentinel Scotch firs bordering the river. Seen thus, three-quarter face, Tom realized suddenly not only how really beautiful she was--or rather could at moments be--but how strangely she resembled Sir Charles her father. There was likeness not of features alone; but, for all her youthful freshness, a reflection of his strength, his inscrutability. |