So that she was inclined to be diffident
about her appearance, and after a time when she was not thinking of the
strange episodes of the immediate past, her mind, womanlike, began to
dwell on civilization and decent clothes.
The _Stanley D._ bore down Bentick Arm and on through Burke Channel to
the troubled waters of Queen Charlotte Sound, where the blue Pacific
opens out and away to far Oriental shores. After that she plowed south
between Vancouver Island and the rugged foreshores where the Coast
Range dips to the sea, past pleasant isles, and through narrow passes
where the cliffs towered sheer on either hand, and, upon the evening of
the third day, she turned into Burrard Inlet and swept across a harbor
speckled with shipping from all the Seven Seas to her berth at the dock.
So Hazel came again to a city--a city that roared and bellowed all its
manifold noises in her ears, long grown accustomed to a vast and
brooding silence. Mindful of Bill's parting word, she took a hack to
the Ladysmith. And even though the hotel was removed from the business
heart of the city, the rumble of the city's herculean labors reached
her far into the night. She lay wakefully, staring through her open
window at the arc lights winking in parallel rows, listening to the
ceaseless hum of man's activities.
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