CHAPTER XLVII

Dimny, walking the deck with Noll, remembered her deck-walks with Lane Sperling and her terror of his love and his embrace. Now a new spirit imbued her soul. The ocean, seen from the parapet of the high—upstanding ship, was vast and somber, though at peace with the quiet air. The waves seemed lonely, putting up hands against the ship that ran past and would not wait for them. It was a following wind that day and the waves were overtaken and left behind. They could not keep up, yet toiled on. Where were they going? …