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A white ship, one of the big passenger liners, loomed ahead. Arcadia—The ferry travellers rolled their eyes up, and a few ship’s passengers looked down at the small red-and-yellow boat, then over beyond its tiny funnel to the bridge, the cloud-reflecting buildings of glass at the Quay, the curving green of the Botanic Gardens.

(Elizabeth Harrower, The Watch Tower 2)