Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. Light flooded the place. They will claim particular attention hereafter. ” Miss Miniver followed with an expression of perplexity, her mouth shaped to futile expositions.
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