Breitmann had not told him everything; he had even told him too little.

Still, he would withhold his judgment till he heard from New York on the subject.
Cathewe hadn't been enthusiastic over the name; but Cathewe was never inclined to enthusiasms.
Passing the angle of the freight depot brought the little harbor into full view.

A fine white yacht lay tugging at her cables.
"There's a beauty," said Fitzgerald admiringly.
"She looks as if she could take care of herself.

How fresh the green water-line looks! She'll be fast in moderate weather; a fair thousand tons, perhaps." "A close guess." "I understand she belongs to my employer.

I hope he takes the sea soon.