It was not long before they passed the jutting headland that hid the little fishing-village from view; but Olga still stood motionless at the rail, fighting down the cold dread at her heart.
She could hear Violet's voice on the other side of the deck, gaily chattering to Hunt-Goring.

The scent of their cigarettes reached her, and she clenched her hands.

She was sure now that he had been supplying Violet with them secretly.

She had been too deeply engrossed with her own affairs to think of this before, and bitterly did she blame herself for this absorption.
Poor Olga! It was the prelude to a life-long self-reproach.
They were heading out to sea now, running smoothly into the glaring sunshine.

It poured upon her mercilessly where she stood, but she was scarcely aware of it.