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But she knew that such action would be impossible as far as Lord Wye was concerned. It was not only because he was such a large man, six feet at least in height, it was because with the yacht still rolling it was impossible to keep one’s balance even for a moment. There was nothing she could do but put the blanket over him. She covered him up to his chin and tucked it round him in the chair. He looked strange with his bandaged head emerging from a cocoon of soft white wool. But still he slept. Elvina fetched another blanket for herself, draped it over her shoulders and cuddled down into the warmth of it. She had not realised until she thought of Lord Wye just how cold she was. Her thin shawl was no protection against the wind that seemed to creep in even though the doors and portholes