Chapter 11 No.11

Maggie sat on deck, wrapped in her duffel-cloak; the old familiar cloak,

which had been her wrap in many a happy walk in the haunts near her

moorland home. The weather was not cold for the time of year, but still it

was chilly to any one that was stationary. But she wanted to look her last

on the shoals of English people, who crowded ba