She arrived, too, a picture of coolness, though the docks lay shadeless to the afternoon sun, and the many tramway-lines radiated a heat almost insufferable.
The same quiet air of composure carried her unchallenged up a gangway and into the great ship.

A gold-braided junior officer, on duty at the gangway-head, asked politely if he could be of service to her.
She answered that she had come to seek a steerage passenger--a little girl named Bonaday.
"Ach!" said a voice close at her elbow, "that will be our liddle Korona!" Nurse Branscome turned.

The voice belonged to a blond, middle-aged German, whose gaze behind his immense spectacles was of the friendliest.
"Yes--Corona: that is her name." "So!" said the middle-aged German.

"She is with my wive at this moment.

If I may ascort you?
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