morning and given himself a shake and looked the same. The secret lay in good blood somewhere—the close set of his small, well-shaped ears and the poise of his small head on his broad shoulders. Ach! If his behavior had only been as fine as his appearance
"As we pulled alongside we saw a lady and a gentleman under the after awning, but they did not rise. There was a burly Breton quartermaster at the gangway, and he saluted and called a natty steward to take our cards. A moment later the owner came to greet us, and we observed that he was a man past middle age, gray, sallow, delicate, but distinguished in face and carriage. He regarded us for a moment in polite inquiry; then, divining that the call was purely social, courteously invited us aboard.
"'Hope we 're not intruding,' said Stewart, as he stepped on the deck, 'but we exiles are so keen for news from the outer world; besides, it's no end of a treat to see new faces, and if you're going to stop any length of time
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