to-day!" he lamented. "And I shall have no 'go' with it after all!"
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Fire Island passed astern to starboard. Ahead the big hotels and, under the glass, even the bathing-houses of Rockaway Beach appeared. On the port side Navesink and Sandy Hook took form.
Miss Varris put on her heaviest veil and, with the head-stewardess's permission, went out and stood at the rail.
She happened to be just below the "wireless" cabin, and overhead, in the silence, the faint "plu-u-ush" of the "wireless" hissed softly.
"What is that, Mr. Dunneston?" she asked humbly, as the Englishman, recognizing her, came and stood by her.
"We received word direct from the Nantucket land station early this morning," the Englishman explained," that under cabled advices from England the ship will not discharge even first-class passengers till the police have
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