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“It’s ers not seasick in their cabins I see no wicker ha a camera”

“It only appears to be a camera Take my arm so we don’t fall down the stairs”

The seas were heavy The broad grand staircase swayed as the ship rose and fell with stately precision, but after twenty-four hours in a North Atlantic gale, they were getting the hang of it Bell gripped the banister and they cli for the roll At the top of the stairs, Bell led Marion through the vestibule into the First Class e with a thick floral carpet and brocaded furniture in hues of pink, blue, red, and yellow The lights were low and it was e by with a bucket of chane anchored between a couch and a pillar Bell tipped hiht”

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Marion said, “Now you’ll try to make me tipsy”

“Would you dance with me?”

“Delighted As soon as the orchestra arrives”

Bell opened his caed it in a corner of the couch Marion leaned in close Wisps of her golden chaosh, a little gramophone Where’s the horn?”

Bell unfolded a flat piece of cardboard and formed it into a horn, which he attached to the cylinder player He turned a tiny crank, winding the mechanism, put on a two-minute cylinder, and started it

“Remember this? We saw the show on Broadway”

“‘Heaven Will Protect the Working Girl,’” Marion answered when the first notes eed thinly from the horn The latest musical comedy sensation was a satire of the old 1890s romantic ballads

Isaac Bell sang along in a credible baritone

He treated her respectful as those villains always do,

And she supposed he was a perfect gent

But she found diff’rent when one night she ith him to dine