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Betty lowered the letter, breathing out the single word, “Well!”
What on earth could she have said or done to give him any such footing in her life?
She read it again. And then again.
An amazing man!
She made, ready to go to bed, slowly, dawdling, trying to straighten out the curious emotional pressures on her mind.
She read the letter yet again; considered it.
Finally, after passing through many moods leading up to a tender sympathy for this bleak life, and then passing on into a state of sheer nervous excitement, she deliberately dressed again and went out on deck.
He stood by the rail, smoking.
“You have my letter?” he asked.