Once Aboard The Lugger

ung thickly about the rooms: blanketed conversation;

here in which one member of the

complexion, petite, pretty; with large brown eyes in which

influence of another was wanted; of itself, spontaneous, it could not leap. Aroused, there was no rush and surge of emotion-it welled, rose deeply; thickly, without r

mind once roused Margaret's enthusiasm for the poet. It welled so suffocatingly about him that he came near to dam

espite his oppressive foibles, because this was her nature. She loved chur

bed, hands deep in pockets, chin sunk, brow knitted, wrestling with that old devil despair. She knew that latterly he had worked tremendously hard. He had told her before the examination how confident of success he was, had revealed how much in the immediate prospe

herself a profounder sense of her cousin's misfortune