A Bed of Roses

"[...]more of the beastly country than we could help. . . . I say, what's the matter, Molly?' Molly was still looking towards the light; one of her feet tapped the deck nervously; she fumbled for her handkerchief. 'Nothing, nothing, ' she said indistinctly, 'come and unpack.' She turned away from her companion and quickly walked towards the gangway. The dark girl looked once more into the distance where even the searchlight had waned. 'Vic!' cried the fair[...]."