CHAPTER XXVIII “ I think we are going to have a fine sunset,” Captain West remarked last evening. Miss West and I abandoned our rubber of cribbage and hastened on deck. The sunset had not yet come, but all was preparing. As we gazed we could see the sky gathering the materials, grouping the gray clouds in long lines and towering masses, spreading its palette with slow-growing, glowing tints and sudden blobs of colour. “ It’s the Golden Gate!” Miss West cried, indicating the west. “See! We’re just inside the harbour. Look to the south there. If that isn’t the sky-line of San Francisco! There’s the Call Building, and there, far down, the Ferry Tower, and surely that is the Fairmount.” Her eyes roved back through the opening between the cloud masses, and she clapped her hands. “I
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