A breeze was freshening, tufting the heaving billows with white crests and driving showers of spray and clots of foam upon the decks of the _Dunvegan_. Passengers stood in strained attitudes about the ship, fidgeting with the desire to be ill and the wish to appear comfortable--even dignified. In the end, however, circumstances were too strong for the passengers, transforming them, from a state of calm despair, into a condition of sickness and temporary dejection. Every one was perturbed, and those delicate attentions which the sea-sick demand were being offered by a much-worried deck steward. Here and there groups of more hardy voyagers were spending their feeble wit in unseasonable jokes; …
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