her lips; the starlight is on the tulle and lace and roses of her pretty evening dress, with its festooned skirts and obsolete flounces; and I am watching her, ay, and worshipping her, though I do not know it yet. And as we stand there comes another snatch from the forecastle: -
“What will you do, love, when I am going. With white sail flowing, The seas beyond? What will you do, love - “
“They may make the most of that song,
her lips; the starlight is on the tulle and lace and roses of her pretty evening dress, with its festooned skirts and obsolete flounces; and I am watching her, ay, and worshipping her, though I do not know it yet. And as we stand there comes another snatch from the forecastle: -
“What will you do, love, when I am going. With white sail flowing, The seas beyond? What will you do, love - “
“They may make the most of that song,
