THROUGH THE GATES OF THE EAST
S.S. Scotia, Oct. 19, 19—.
… This is a line to send off with the pilot. There is nothing to say except "Good-bye" again.
We have had luncheon, and I have been poking things out of my cabin trunk, and furtively surveying one—there are two, but the other seems to be lost at present—of my cabin companions. She has fair hair and a blue motor-veil, and looks quiet and subdued, but then, I dare...
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