I find it hard to recap calmly the events of that morning: the three still and shrouded figures, prone on deck; the crew, bareheaded, standing around, eyeing each other stealthily, with panic ready to leap free and grip each of them by the throat; the grim determination, the reason for which I did not yet know, to put the first mate in irons; and, over all, the clear sunrise of an August morning on the ocean, rails and decks gleaming, an odor of coffee in the air, the joyous lift and splash of the bowsprit as the Ella, headed back on her course, seemed to make for home like a nag for the stable.
"The After House"
Mary Roberts Rinehart
Perhaps, being dissatisfied with her former effort, she determined to recap it on a more splendid scale, or perhaps it was a chance.
"Love Eternal"
H. Rider Haggard
Quite a bit of it on several channels was nothing more than a recap of yesterday's events and repeated reruns of the video footage.
"An Encounter in Atlanta"
Ed Howdershelt