The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating
disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him,
to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. ”
He bent and kissed her hair and paused, and then forced his attention back to
the map. But I can't consent to the course you would pursue—at least, not till I've given it
due consideration. However, not a
moment is to be lost. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply
and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she
could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative.
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