Chapter 26: In New York

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌⁠A month later, to a day, Barry from the boat deck of the Berengaria pointed out Ambrose Light to Zalithea. She clutched his arm to steady herself in the high wind, nestling, furry, very close to him. As he looked down at her he found himself thinking not of the camp in the wâdi, nor even of the tomb; not of the ancient wonders of Egypt; nor even of those few delightful days in Paris and the later