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In Luck at Last

CHAPTER XIV
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It's impossible to speak to a nicety.' "'And what,' I heard Mr.Robinson observe, as I turned away, 'is twelve miles in this here watery wilderness of leagues ?' "'And then she gave a laugh, as if some one had made her feel glad; and it was all like music and poetry, I can tell you, her laughing, and his softness, and the water smooth, and the yacht sailing along as if she enjoyed it, like a hard-worked vessel out for a holiday.
"Time passed till it come on four o'clock on the afternoon of that day.

There was a redness in the western heavens that betokened more wind, though the sun still stood high.

Meanwhile the breeze hung steady.

There was the smoke of a steamer away on our starboard quarter, and there was nothing else in sight.

I took no notice of it, for smoke's not uncommon nowadays on the ocean; but whatever the vessel might be, the glances I'd take at her now and again made me see she was driving through it properly; for three-quarters of an hour after we had sighted it, the smoke was abeam, and the funnel raised up, showing that her course was something to the eastward of ours.


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