Magda thought of The Indomitable as a sort of colossal, unpleasant sandwich.  All of the beautiful parts were either on the top or the bottom.  Above her there was the majestic bulk of the envelope.  Below were the first class accommodations of polished metal and spotless glass.
She was here in the middle, serving watery tea and biscuits in the Third Class Sitting Room.  The low, windowless room somewhat resembled a theatre, which it occasionally became in the evenings.  The First Class passengers had the run of their decks, but the cheaper births were confined during ascension, ‘for their safety.’

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