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Nicholson, Meredith, 1866-1947

"The Port of Missing Men"

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"Then I shall intercede myself with the President when I get home.
They're orchids--from London--but--with Mr. Armitage's card. Wouldn't
that excite you?"
"It makes me sick!" and Dick hung heavily on the rail and glared at a
passing tug.
"They are beautiful orchids. I don't remember when orchids have happened
to me before, Richard--in such quantities. Now, you really didn't
disapprove of him so much, did you? This is probably good-by forever, but
he wasn't so bad; and he may be an American, after all."
"A common adventurer! Such fellows are always turning up, like bad
pennies, or a one-eyed dog. If I should see him again--"
"Yes, Richard, if you should meet again--"
"I'd ask him to be good enough to stop following us about, and if he
persisted I should muss him up."
"Yes; I'm sure you would protect me from his importunities at any
hazard," mocked Shirley, turning and leaning against the rail so that she
looked along the deck beyond her brother's stalwart shoulders.
"Don't be silly," observed Dick, whose eyes were upon a trim yacht that
was steaming slowly beneath them.


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