You will not forget zat--that I have retain the bandage for you?
And you will not ever despise me ?" As she turned away a roll that must have caused the wallowing vessel to list thirty-five degrees at the very least, sent her headlong across the passage.

She slipped down in a heap.

The same lurch had sent him reeling against the wall some distance away.

She sat up but did not at once attempt to arise.

Instead she clutched frantically at her skirt to draw it down over her shapely ankles and calves.