Explore "The Forsyte Saga, Part 5: To Let" by John Galsworthy on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Fleur sped on. She had need of rapid motion; she was late, and wanted all her wits about her when she got in. She passed the islands, the station, and hotel, and was about to take the ferry, when she saw a skiff with a young man standing up in it, and holding to the bushes.
-"Miss Forsyte," he said; "let me put you across. I've come on purpose."