She had been given a luxurious cabin which seemed a paradise after her
dirty, carpetless bedroom, and in it she could laze and lounge in peace
without the eternal practising and rehearsals and running errands that
her soul loathed.
The hot sun glared down upon her, as she sat watching the racing waves.
She was a fantastic, slim, _bizarre_ figure with her coppery hair, over
which a lace scarf was tied, and high-heeled slippers on her beautiful
slender feet.
In her ears dangled huge turquoises, showing vividly against the white
skin that was coated thickly with scented powder.
The manager had told her that she must not get tanned or red or it
would spoil her type, and she now "made-up" habitually in the daytime.
Her whole array was tawdry and theatrical, and utterly out of keeping
with her surroundings.
The two owners of the yacht, who wore immaculate white linen clothes
and canvas shoes, expressed to each other their disapproval of her
whole get-up, and particularly of her clicking heels. In common with
most men, they abominated an _outre_ style of dressing and too much
jewellery, and above all such finery at sea.
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