She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. "Well, my pretty dears," he added, "—to see your husband, eh? You must make the most of your time. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. People sat in unusual pews, and a wide margin of hassocky emptiness intervened between the ceremony and the walls. ’ ‘Ain’t you in a rage?’ asked the captain.
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