"Now, step this way, Mr. She said”—Ann Veronica shivered again—“‘I hope it won’t make you uncomfortable, my dear’—like that—‘and whatever you do, do be careful of your hair!’ I think—I judge from her manner—that she thought it was just a little indelicate of us—considering everything; but she tried to be practical and sympathetic and live down to our standards. They cleaned up the mess as best they could and she went home with him docilely. Sometimes at sea a skipper will order his men to trim, batten down the hatches, and clear the deck of all litter. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. It is bad policy. ” “Did you tell him of the registry office?” “No—o—certainly not so emphatically as I did about the play. And the less “anything” happened the better. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. You know, Melusine.
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