Leo studiously avoided the Signaler’s gaze. She was a proper young woman, unlike her sister, and the pair of goggles she wore magnified her sparkling eyes. They were a vivid shade of green that made his stomach do flips. But she’d never have naught to do with the likes of him, he reckoned. Instead he watched a slim young man, carry a pair of heavy cases off the back of a carriage, wave the porter away, and tromp up the gangway. The man waited impatiently as they weighed his bags, had a long conversation with the steward, then disappeared inside.
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