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We want something to eat.
Let the Gueldmars alone; I'm not a bit sorry I've asked them to come
to-morrow. I believe you'll all like them immensely."
They all descended the stair-way leading to the lower part of the yacht,
and Macfarlane asked as he followed his host--
"Is the lass vera bonnie did ye say?"
"Bonnie's not the word for it this time," said Lorimer, coolly answering
instead of Errington. "Miss Gueldmar is a magnificent woman. You never
saw such a one, Sandy, my boy; she'll make you sing small with one look;
she'll wither you up into a kippered herring! And as for you, Duprez,"
and he regarded the little Frenchman critically, "let me see,--you _may_
possibly reach up to her shoulder,--certainly not beyond it."
"_Pas possible!_" cried Duprez. "Mademoiselle is a giantess."
"She needn't be a giantess to overtop you, _mon ami_," laughed Lorimer
with a lazy shrug. "By Jove, I _am_ sleepy, Errington, old boy; are we
never going to bed? It's no good waiting till it's dark here, you know.


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