By Robert Goddard
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I'll decline," I said with a grudging nod. " "What about Faraday? " "I hope not. With any luck, we'll soon have seen the last of Mr. Faraday. I met him over breakfast this morning and he said he'd be leaving on the tender at Plymouth in order to catch a fast train to London. " "But whose business? " "Don't worry about him. He's no threat. " He was suddenly cheerful now I had agreed to give him a clear run, optimistic to a degree I only wished I could share. "I didn't want to scuttle back to England, Guy.
It had been easy and safe to admire her facial beauty. But now, confronted with the physical reality of her seemingly perfect body, it was even easier and far less safe to acknowledge the stirrings of sexual desire. How I wished then that I rather than Max had taken her fancy. Profit was one thing, but Max seemed likely to have more than his share of pleasure as well. While all I could do was watch and imagine. A pall of cloud over the ship heralded England in all its summer glumness. With the Cornish coast looming grey and sodden off the port bow, I headed for my cabin to pack.
Not promenading, of course, but bathing. "I'll decline," I said with a grudging nod. " "What about Faraday? " "I hope not. With any luck, we'll soon have seen the last of Mr. Faraday. I met him over breakfast this morning and he said he'd be leaving on the tender at Plymouth in order to catch a fast train to London. " "But whose business? " "Don't worry about him. He's no threat. " He was suddenly cheerful now I had agreed to give him a clear run, optimistic to a degree I only wished I could share.