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and, having touched at Alexandria for supplies, breasted out once more into the Mediterranean, Fen gave up all hope of seeing again his dear Djinn, whom he somehow thought of as being inseparable from Egypt. The bracing sting of the sea wind and the sight of the high, blue waves running past were very welcome after the sluggish Nile and the heat of the Egyptian sun. Fen grew a little stronger, and a faint color tinged his cheeks.
The weather was unusually fair, and day followed blue day as the yacht passed Crete, skirted up the Grecian coast, and went through the Strait of Otranto into the Adriatic, bound for Venice. There was the usual monotonous routine of a sea voyage. Sally and Larry played hopscotch on the deck and climbed into places where they weren't allowed to climb; while Mrs. Norvell read or sewed under
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