"You say your things are all ready, Cecil? Then I'll just go below and do up my Gladstone, and put it in your cabin. We shall be at Bergen before long, they say."The speaker was a young Englishman of three-or-four-and-twenty, and the sisteraddressed by him was still in the first flush of girlhood, having but a few days beforecelebrated her nineteenth birthday."Let me see to your bag, Roy," she exclaimed. "It is a shame that you should miss this lovelybit of the fjord, and I shall do it in half the time.""The conceit of women " he exclaimed, with a smile in which brotherly love and the spirit ofteasing were about equally blended. "No, no, Cis, I'm not going to let you spoil me. I shall beup again in ten minutes. Have you not made any friends here? Is there no one on deck youcan talk to?""I don't want to talk," said Cecil. "Truth to tell, I am longing to get away from all theseEnglish people. Very unsociable of me, isn't it?"Roy Boniface turned away with a smile, understanding her feeling well enough, and Cecil, with her back to the chattering tourist throng, let her eyes roam over the shining waters ofthe fjord to the craggy mountains on the further shore, whose ever-varying forms had beendelighting her since the early mornin
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