"Even at high tide the creeks never reach so far as the back there.

All the water you see stretching away inland is flood water--the result of the storm, I suppose.

This is where you get out," she concluded, rising to her feet.
She turned away with the slightest nod.

A maid was already awaiting her at the door of the compartment.

Hamel was suddenly conscious of the fact that he disliked her going immensely.
"We shall, perhaps, meet again during the next few days," he remarked.
She half turned her head.