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[[strikethrough]] Saturday, December 1, 1928 [[/strikethrough]]

Grey

The grey sky and drab sea gave one a sense of freedom, for the desolate water seemed empty and large.  The cold dampness of the air.  The energetic whiteness of the waves surrounded the ship.  The decks were desolate, too.  The cold [[strikethrough]] has [[/strikethrough]] imprisoned the few passengers inside, and so the stewards had folded the deck chairs and put them against the walls.  There they stood, deserted skeletons, leaning against the white wall.  The few gulls, who had followed the ship farther than their comrades, glanced at the deserted decks before they swooped into the water.  Standing at one end of the deck was a young man in grey, leaning over the railing and listening to the ominous [[strikethrough]] sound [[/strikethrough]] wail of the wind.  His grey coat collar up, his grey had down, this single figure stood, making the ship seem more ghost-like, more empty because of the glaring singleness, the vivid solitude of this one figure.


A REMINDER:–Have you ordered your diary for next year?  For duplicate of this book order by number in front.


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[[strikethrough]] Sunday, December 2, 1928 [[/strikethrough]]

Dialogue, #1

[[strikethrough]] "And what do you think of the moon? he asked as he came up to where she stood by the rail.
"Oh!" she turned to him [[/strikethrough]]

"It seems so perfectly silly that I should be leaving here so soon," she said as she let the wind blow the ash off her cigarette, and watched the brown spread over its paper wrapping, puncturing uneven holes.  "When we first came, and found your flowers, and saw you on the beach, I sort of felt as if we'd be here for ages, and that you and I would see lots of each other."

"It is ridiculous," he said, "but perhaps I'll be coming to New York soon.  All my family are going away.  And Charles is going back so soon –"

"You'd better come," she was inviting, excited, "New York is such a swell place, stimulating, alive."  [[strikethrough]] But [[/strikethrough]]

"I want to come," and he was sincere, "but it takes money, and then finding a new job and all of that."

"Well, I won't say Good bye to you Dick," she said to him as they drove into