Chapter 18: (Anne’s Narrative Resumed)

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌⁠I don’t suppose that as long as I live I shall forget my first sight of Table Mountain. I got up frightfully early and went out on deck. I went right up to the boat deck, which I believe is a heinous offence, but I decided to dare something in the cause of solitude. We were just steaming into Table Bay. There were fleecy white clouds hovering above Table Mountain, and nestling on the slopes below,