"I'm sure you knew it as well as he did.
And anyway, I was certain of it myself.

I picked up a copy of last week's paper in a lunch-basket on the beach, and hid it from Mr.Borus.
I didn't want to hurt his feelings." At that moment Croyden pointed with a cry towards the sea.
"Look," he said, "for Heaven's sake, look!" He turned.
Less than a quarter of a mile away we could see a large white motor launch coming round the corner.

The deck was gay with awnings and bright dresses and parasols.
"Great Heavens!" said Croyden.

"I know that launch.

It's the Appin-Joneses'." "The Appin-Joneses'!" cried Clara.