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Margot Cameron, leaning over the rail of the huge Ceramia, had watched the quay anxiously for some sign of Jim. He had promised to see her off and she knew that it must be some extraordinary circumstance which would keep him away. There was so much that she wanted to tell him, so much that she had forgotten to say when they had parted, and she could have wept when the clanging bell warned non-passengers to leave the ship.
She was still on the deck as the big liner swung into Southampton Waters, hoping that at the eleventh hour she would see him, and it was not until the ship was passing Netley that she went below with a sigh, to the luxurious suite which her brother had reserved. The vastness of the apartments, their horrible emptiness, served to emphasise her loneliness, and for the first time in her life she felt genuinely homesick and could have cried. She shook of this weakness, changed her dress, took a book and went on the deck to find her chair.