The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path. His face was white. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you.
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