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Mr Beveridge's commiseration would have been wasted on Captain Boyd

Mayo that evening The captain snapped off the light in the chart-rooloom he took his

happiness to his heart, even as he had taken her delicious self to his

breast He put up his hands and pressed his face into the palestion of

perfuhost of her personality, which she had left behind

Her touch still thrilled him, and the warmth of her last kiss was on his

lips

Then he went out and clie A peep over the

shoulder of the low under the hood of

the binnacle, showed hiht, Mr McGaw," he said to theto and fro, ularity of a pendulum

"It is that, sir!"

Mr McGaw, before he answered, plainly had difficulty with soed in his cheek He appeared, also, to be considerably

surprised by the captain's air of vivacious gaiety His superior had

beenaround the ship for many days with melancholy spelled in

every line of his face