The Adventures of Sally

ng occupations. At Roville, as at most French seashore resorts, the morning is the time when the visiting population assembles in force on the beach. Wh

der to smite one another with these handy implements. One of the dogs, a poodle of military aspect, wandered up

its Casino, its snow-white hotels along the Promenade, and its general glitter and gaiety, had brought her to a halt. Here she could have stayed indefinitely, but the voice of America was calling her back. Gerald had written to say that "The Primrose Way" was to be

ling of peace, revelling as usual in the still novel sensation of having nothing to

ally, Sally fought stoutly against the temptation, but to-day the sun was so warm and the whisper of the waves so insinuating that she had almost dozed off, when she was aroused by voices close at hand. There were many voices on

whom chance threw in her way and to try by the light of her intuition to fit them out with characters and occupations: nor ha

vaguely sinister. He had the dusky look of the clean-shaven man whose life is a perpetual struggle with a determined beard. He certainly shaved

I shouldn't like him. A la

ing at Sally with the utmost intentness ever since his arrival. His mouth had opened slightly. He

dear," dec

ever seen. He had a square chin, and at one angle of the chin a slight cut. And Sally was convinced

ated. "Very quick, but soon over. Not

ng his fascinated gaze

ons, had just succeeded in lighting a cigarette in the teeth of a strong breeze, threw away the matc

Scrymgeour?"

ir absently. Sally was looking straight in front o

being here. He told me h

Sally gave the attentive

penetrating tones that vibrated with intense feelin