Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view. She despises one-piece swimsuits, she calls them ‘old hag bathing dresses’ no matter how low-cut they are.
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