...tallness of her spars. Whatever her age and her history, she had preserved the stamp of her origin. . .she looked like a creature of high breed — an Arab steed in a string of cart-horses (pp. 60-1).* But his joy in the first sight of his ship is soon marred by ' the bitter flavour' of...

...side. I dared not raise my eyes. Yet it had to be done - and, indeed, I could not have helped myself. I believe I trembled. But directly my eyes had rested...high breed - an Arab steed in a string of carthorses. That illusion of life and character which charms one in men's finest handiwork radiated from her. An...

...high-class vessel. a harmonious creature in the lines of her fine body, in the proportioned talhtess of her spars. Whatever her age and her history, she...with her. Captain." I did not even turn my head. It WHS the master of the steamer, and whatever he meant, whatever he thought of her, I knew that, like...