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Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr In a Steamer Chair and Other Stories (1892)

Miss Earle stood for a moment amazed as she looked at Morris's flushed face, and at the bowed head of the young lady beside him; then, without a word, she turned and walked away.
"I wish to goodness," said Morris harshly, "that if you are going to have a fit of crying you would not have it on deck, and where people can see you."
The young woman at once straightened up, and flashed a look at him in which there were no traces of her former emotion.
"People!" she said scornfully. "Much you care about people. It is because Miss Katherine Earle saw me that you are annoyed.
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Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr In a Steamer Chair and Other Stories (1892)

I am not going to be twitted about that race every time a certain young lady takes a notion to have a sort of joke upon me."
"That was no joke, George. It was the most serious race you ever ran in your life. You were running away from one woman, and, poor blind young man, you ran right in the arms of another. The danger you have run into is ever so much greater than the one you were running away from."
"Oh, I realize that," said the young man lightly; "that's what makes me so solemn to-day, you know." His hand stole under the steamer rugs and imprisoned her own.
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Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr In a Steamer Chair and Other Stories (1892)

Hardlock looked over the side at the phosphorescent glitter of the water which made the black ocean seem blacker still. The sharp ring of the bell, betokening midnight, made Melville start as if a hand had touched him, and the quick beating of his heart took some moments to subside. "I've been smoking too much to-day," he said to himself. Then looking quickly up and down the deck, he walked on tiptoe to his room, took the trunk by its stout leather handle and pulled it over the ledge in the doorway.
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