She would never, never be English.

His gesture said as much.
But she was not discouraged.
"I guess I'll try, anyhow," she said with brisk determination.

"You don't like American women, Mr.Merefleet." "Depends," said Merefleet.
And she laughed gaily.
They were drifting in long sweeps towards the south.

Imperceptibly also the distance was widening between the boat and the shore.

The wind was veering to the west.
"My! Look at that oar!" Mab suddenly exclaimed.
Merefleet started at the note of dismay in her tone.