The Voice in the Fog by Harold MacGrath
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"I used it and forgot to ring for more."
All this in the dark. Thomas hurried away, wishing he could find some magic spring on board. For what purpose he could not have told. As for Kitty, she remained standing by the door, profoundly astonished. CHAPTER VII Third day out. Kitty smiled at the galloping horizon; smiled at the sunny sky; smiled at the deck-steward as he served the refreshing broth; smiled at the tips of her sensible shoes, at her hands, at her neighbors: until Mrs. Crawford could contain her curiosity no longer. "Kitty Killigrew, what have you been doing?" "Doing?" "Well, going to do?"--shrewdly. Kitty gazed at her friend in pained surprise, her blue eyes as innocent as the sea--and as full of hidden mysterious things. "Good gracious! can't a person be happy and smile?" |
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