Dead Water
“She had stayed overnight in Dorset and was as fresh as paint. It was agreeable to be able to command a chauffeur-driven car and the man was not unintelligent.
When they drew up at Portcarrow jetty she gave him a well-considered tip, asked his name and told him she would desire, particularly, that he should be deputed for the return journey.
She then alighted, observed by a small gang of wharf loiterers.
A personable young man came forward to meet her.
‘Miss Pride? I’m Patrick Ferrier. I hope yo...u had a good journey.’ Miss Emily was well-disposed towards the young and, she had good reason to believe, a competent judge of them. She inspected Patrick and received him with composure. He introduced a tall, glowing girl who came forward, rather shyly, to shake hands. Miss Emily had less experience of girls but she liked the look of this one and was gracious.
‘The causeway is negotiable,’ Patrick said, ‘but we thought you’d prefer the launch.’ ‘It is immaterial,’ she rejoined.MoreLess
When they drew up at Portcarrow jetty she gave him a well-considered tip, asked his name and told him she would desire, particularly, that he should be deputed for the return journey.
She then alighted, observed by a small gang of wharf loiterers.
A personable young man came forward to meet her.
‘Miss Pride? I’m Patrick Ferrier. I hope yo...u had a good journey.’ Miss Emily was well-disposed towards the young and, she had good reason to believe, a competent judge of them. She inspected Patrick and received him with composure. He introduced a tall, glowing girl who came forward, rather shyly, to shake hands. Miss Emily had less experience of girls but she liked the look of this one and was gracious.
‘The causeway is negotiable,’ Patrick said, ‘but we thought you’d prefer the launch.’ ‘It is immaterial,’ she rejoined.MoreLess
Read book Dead Water for free
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
9 / 10
9 / 10
7 / 10
User Reviews: