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232 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1954
Shawe-Wilson's cabin, unusually tidy through his absence, was a smaller and more nautical apartment than Ebbs's, for the only entertaining of passengers therein was clandestine and usually conducted with the light out.
...every morning he took himself as a French chef accepts a raw lettuce, to be suitably oiled and dressed before presentation to the public.
Shawe-Wilson was the sort of man who could never mentally undress a girl without simultaneously valuing her clothes.