I Forbid the Banns! — page 63: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER IX. ON A DECK CHAIR. T was the habit of some of the passengers aboard the Carnarvon Castle to take a stroll on deck every morning before sitting down to breakfast. Most of them did no more than lounge about the wheel. Others were deter- mined to carry out a fell scheme of walking two miles every morning, calculated by a tape measure on the prome- nade deck of the steamer. Mr. Charlton was one of the passengers who had never been known to appear five minutes before the ringing of the breakfast bell. Miss Travers was one who had never been known to miss a ten minutes’ stroll, whatever the weather might be. When Miss Travers passed out of the deck house this morning and reached the deck, she was unconscious of the grateful breeze that came upon her face. She was uncon- scious of everything about her save that Julian Charlton was seated on one of the ship’s carpet stools, face to face with a young girl, who occupied Charlton’s own hammock chair, and with a middle-aged lady, inclined to be stout, who occupied a stronger seat—one that had clearly been designed to afford repose without risk to a person above the average weight. Mr. Charlton was engaged in conversation with the younger lady, and his cheeks as well as hers were glowing with animation. He had never been on deck before breakfast since leaving Table Bay. 53 COMIC LOOKS EC)