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Early the next morning Nina, refreshed and blooming from her night's sleep, made her way to the deck. She frowned, however, at the bridge, the centre of her husband's authority, and, in order to get as far as possible from it, drew a camp-stool to a secluded corner by the wheel-house.
The sea was very rough, and the _Merrimac_ was rolling and pitching in the huge swell, until the girl, in her inexperience, feared that the steamer would forget herself during one of her side-to-side plunges, and turn quite over.