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There, he was looking at her again But whether he looked or listened, or stood brooding, his face kept still all the time, still and sad His mouth hardly moved as he spoke to Gwinnie

She turned froers The two Belgian boy scouts in capes and tilted caps with tassels bobbing over their foreheads; they traestures You could see that they were happy

The group, close by her in the stern, establishing itself there apart, with an air of righteous possession: five, six, seven ed, rather shy and aard, on its fringe In its centre to like bored uninterested travellers used to the adventure

They were talking to a little reen velvet hat too small for his head His smooth, innocent pink face carried its moustache like an accident, a mistake Once, when he turned, she met the arched stare of s, cold, dreaain at his wo eyes, her handsoesture of her small head, alert and at the same time set, the predatory poise of an enor Her features had a curious, sweet bluntness; her eyes were decorations, deep-set blue in the flushed gold of her sunburn The littleforward now and then, with a queer jerking movement from his hips

She wondered what they were and decided that they were part of the Coium, bound for Ostend

All those people had the look that John had, of having found what they had wanted, of being satisfied, appeased Even Sutton had it, lying on the top of his sadness, like a light They felt precisely as she was feeling--all those people

And through her wonder she re and passing in front of her

She got up and walked with him

The tomen stared at the to the other

"John--do my knees shofully as I walk?"

"No Of course they don't Gwinnie's do She doesn't knohat to do with them"

He looked down at her and smiled

"I like you I like you in that cap You look as if you were sailing fast against a head wind, as if you could cut through anything"