Edwin Balmer

Edwin Balmer

Summary

Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The mating impulse (1914)

Noise from within the inn, which had halted her, now reached Andy. Some one was knocking at her door—not doubtfully, but with the sharp raps of demand for admittance; a pause for reply; then men’s voices and men’s shoulders against the door; it came down with a crash, and the room was lit by dancing yellow lamps brandished in hand.
Roberta slid swiftly down the rope, and dropped to the grass. Andy caught her; her light hair was against his lips; he felt her breath, as she stood against him, gloriously excited, and she lifted her head to look up to her window.
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Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The mating impulse (1914)

The operator disappeared; Andy, left alone, slowly understood that some general alarm, which could not have been caused by his act in the wireless station, was spreading through the ship. Passengers, unsteady and in panic, were appearing on deck; and now the air was not salt with the smack of the sea; some strange, subtle, sickening scent changed it; and there came the cry in wild fright:
“Fire! Fire below! The ship’s on fire!”
Men, women, and children, half dressed, or with overcoats over night robes, rushed out from crowded companionways.
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Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The mating impulse (1914)

In the intervals between the deafening blasts of the great steam whistle overhead, the fog signals of another ship sounded, now ahead, now—confusingly—abeam; now ahead again.
He walked forward on the dripping promenade. Though such daylight as there was had been established for two hours, the deck electrics still burned to give light to groups of pallid, ulstered passengers, rug-tucked into their steamer chairs, nibbling biscuit and sipping chicken bouillon for their breakfast. These chatted, with an exciting sense of adventure, of Roberta Leigh
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