I Forbid the Banns! — page 33: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER V. ON THE ORIGIN OF A MAN. A Pee captain followed the surgeon up from the engine room in about half an hour, and the chief engineer, look- ing very grimy, put in an appearance shortly afterward, and went straight to the cook’s galley. He got asmall piece of raw beefsteak from the cook, and returned, holding it to his left temple. He went down once again to the engine room, and the steam continued blowing off through the escape pipe. “ He has got a black eye,” remarked one of the passen- gers, who kept their gaze riveted upon the engineer until he had disappeared. ‘‘ Yes, you'll find it will be purple to- morrow, and a pale yellow the day after—I know every change pretty well—until it fades away into one of the new Liberty tints. There’s nothing like raw beefsteak for hurrying up the colors.” Sure enough, the chromatic Mettions predicted by the passenger took place with the utmost precision in the region of the engineer's left temple. The next day his forehead was like a tropical sunset as described by Mr. Clark Russell more than once, and these splendors gradu- ally dissolved into a delicate saffron. Meantime, however, the exact nature of the occurrence in the engine room had been found out by the passengers. One of the steam tubes had burst, the captain explained to his numerous questioners. The damage was insignificant ; but to make the repairs it was necessary that the ship should proceed at half speed and anchor at the island of St. Helena for the greater part of a day. The trifling (EOPMMICLYOOlKS (EC)