as less stern now there were pals, cultivation
it was as though the 插n the scenery had relieved secret oppression that had brooded over the passenrs ti allerton had got over his fit of oodess rosalie looked less sulky l seed alost light-hearted penngton said to her, &ot;its tactless to talk bess to a bride on her honeyoon, but there are jt one or o thgs -&ot;
&ot;why, of urse, uncle andrew&ot; l at once beca besslike &ot;y arria has ade a difference, of urse&ot;
&ot;thats jt it ti or other i want your signature to several docunts&ot;
&ot;why not now?&ot;
andrew penngton glanced round their rner of the observation saloon was ite untenanted ost of the people were outside on the deck space beeen the observation saloon and the cabs the only oupants of the saloon were r fergon - who was drkg beer at a sall table the iddle, his legs, encased their dirty flannel troers, stuck out front of hi, whilst he whistled to hiself the tervals of drkg - hercule poirot, who was sittg close up to the front glass, tent on the panoraa unfoldg before hi, and iss van schuyler, who was sittg a rner readg a book on egypt
&ot;thats fe,&ot; said andrew penngton he left the saloon
l and sion siled at each other - a slow sile that took a few utes to e to full fruition
&ot;all right, sweet?&ot; he asked
&ot;yes, still all right funny how i not rattled any ore&ot;
sion said with deep nviction his tone, &ot;youre arvello&ot;