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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 1 (1923)

“ The trim little ship, ghostlike in its spotless white paint, was riding at anchor a few hundred yards from the water front and almost at my feet I found her dinghy with a single sailor—a Provincetown Portuguese from his looks—waiting as if for a passenger.
“You are from the Waikiki?” I asked.
“Si, senhor. I wait for wan Meestaire Onslee-e-e.”
It was quite like Alison to send a boat for me; no girl was ever more thoughtful for other people's comfort. So I got aboard, telling the sailor that I was his man; and a few minutes later I had climbed the accommodation ladder to the yacht's deck.
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 1 (1923)

“ But to wind it up and tuck the end in I may add that I didn't go to Peru or even to San Francisco. There were two night trains leaving Denver at about the same hour; one for the West and another for the Southeast. I took the latter and within a fortnight had landed a job as assistant engineer on a drainage project in the Florida Everglades—in a region where nobody knew me or had ever heard of me; a grave deep enough in all conscience, but not so deep as an exile's in Peru. I was still in America and on the same continent at least with Alison. ”
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 1 (1923)

“ There may have been more beautiful things in a world of beauty than she was, standing there in the softened light of the shaded awning electrics, white-clad in yachting flannels and with a round little white hat devoid of trimmings of any sort crushed down over her masses of red-gold hair—there might have been, I say, but I doubted it. ”
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