CHAPTER 8"Jim!" she gasped, and put out both her hands. “Why?why?”
"Ssh!" he said in a low voice. "Don't call me Jim."
"I don't understand."
"Call me John Wilkinson," he said, "that seems a fairly good name."
"But Jim, what has happened? What does it mean? Why are you on the ship? It's delightful. I was so worried about your not coming."
He looked around.
"Walk to the rail," he said, "lean over and I'll talk to you. Margot,” his voice was low and serious "I want you to be a real friend of mine."
"You need not ask me to be that," she said. She was trembling with excitement.
"I am going to make a bigger demand on your patience than any man has made upon a woman before, I think," he went on. "First I want you to meet me here every night."
"But why can't I see you in the daytime?"
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