There were lines in her face that age had not put there. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. It has come,—and sooner than you expected.
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