London is nine hours behind Tokyo.
The skipper Mr. Cooke had hired at Far Harbor was a God-fearing man with a luke warm interest in his new billet and employer, and had only been prevailed upon to take charge of the yacht after the offer of an emolument equal to half a year's sea pay of an ensign in the navy.
“I don't mean all of your friends—only a small proportion—which, however, connects your circle with that deadly, idle, brainless bunch—the insolent chatterers at the opera,[…]the chlorotic squatters on huge yachts,[…]the neurotic victims of mental cirrhosis, the jewelled animals whose moral code is the code of the barnyard—!”
The workers were shoring up the dock after part of it fell into the water.
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