Great clouds of black smoke poured from the ship's funnels, and streamed on to windward, casting a shadow on the white deck.

They looked out to the water, stretching in every direction into the darkness.

Then as if impelled by a common impulse, they looked at each other, then blushed, and lowered their eyes.

The girl's hands lay on the railing.

Chester saw their soft shapeliness, and noted also that there were no rings on them.
"I'm glad I've met you," said Chester honestly.
"And I'm glad, too," she breathed.