I Forbid the Banns! — page 67: what you’re looking at

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ON A DECK CHAIR. 57 ‘“How should I know, Captain Waring?” said Miss Crawford stiffly. ‘I don’t think her so very pretty.” ‘“Who—the maid?” inquired Waring. Miss Crawford took no notice of the inquiry. “Do you think her so very pretty, Marian?” she asked of Miss Travers. “Extremely,” replied Miss Travers quickly, though she had by no means made up her mind on the subject. “lt cannot really have been a case between her and Charl- ton, or she would be down on the new girl,” thought the artless Captain Waring. “ Martian Travers ts a clever young woman,’ thought the far from artless Miss Crawford. And there sat Julian Charlton on the uncomfortable carpet stool, engrossed in conversation with that hatefully pretty girl who lay back in a shockingly graceful way in Charlton’s own chair. No one inthe group gave the least attention to any of the other passengers. They seemed altogether independent of their human surroundings. A condition which was very exasperating to some of these surroundings. Then the bell rang for breakfast, and at the first sound the young woman leaped to her feet out of Charlton’s chair in a way that plainly suggested a good appetite. The excellence of the aunt’s appetite was suggested by the tardiness of her movement. So soon as the aunt and the niece were on their way to the companion, Charlton quietly picked up the book which Bertha Lancaster had allowed to slip to the deck from her knee. She had brought out the book with her from the cabin, but circumstances had prevented her from reading it. Charlton, after picking it up, laid it gently, almost reverently, down upon his own chair that the girl had occupied. Marian Travers saw the act. CONMMICLIOOlKS. EO)