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crests of waves against the side of the ship.
And she was determined to get out tonight. So she did. It was late. She had heard Mrs Colonel Hartington- Davis go to bed; heard the creak of bedsprings all along the corridor. The German doctor said something to the steward, and then there was the sound of people going down the corridor and the big door closing. Probably fetching one of his horrible hot salt waters. Isobel made a mental note to write it down once she had her
notebook.
She waited until she was sure Letitia was sound asleep
– that irritating snuffly breathing – and slid noiselessly out of bed. Getting dressed would be too much trouble. Instead she put a shawl round the shoulders of her nightgown and put her feet into her bedroom slippers. She picked up her notebook and quietly, quietly let herself out into the corridor.
As soon as she had stood up she’d wondered whether
she had made a mistake. The waves were much rougher
than when she had gone to bed. The boat pitched and
rolled rather alarmingly. As she went up the stairs
and heaved open the heavy door that led to the deck,
she saw already that the floor was slippery with spray.
The sound of the waves was very loud; as loud as the
engine, or louder.
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