Guy Newell Boothby,
A Bid for Fortune
(1895)
“ Every hour now our impatience was growing greater. In less than two days we ought to be at our destination, and twenty-four hours later to have Phyllis in our possession again. And what happiness this would mean to me I can only leave you to guess. One morning, just as the faint outline of the coast of Aneityum was peering up over the horizon ahead, Wetherell and I chanced to be sitting in the bows. The sea was as smooth as glass, and the tinkling of the water round the little vessel's nose, as she turned it off in snowy lines, was the only sound to be heard. ”
