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`` Well , I 'm free to say it beats me . But all I know is , Jane Vail 's nobody 's fool . '' And Michael Daragh , meanwhile , read his letters in his room , monklike in its simplicity , three times , and then he tore them up , quickly , the line of his lean jaw salient . The second one to come had been dated at six in the morning , on the wharf at Bath , and ran -- I 'm shivering , Michael Daragh , -- shivering in September ! The incredible freshness of this morning , the bracing miracle of cold ! I left Boston on the night boat and the stewardess rapped me firmly up at three-thirty to see the sun rise . I stayed stubbornly in my berth , at first , but presently a length of Quaker gray sky interlined with faintest rose brought me to my elbow and then to the window .