However, I'll make a last effort to save the poor little creature, if it costs me my
life. We must wave our hands at the blue
hills far away there and go back to London and work. I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall
become my wife!’”
He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep
feeling. Somehow her walk home
with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic
rejection, a slamming. She had never been able to discover where her father had
hidden his shaving mirror. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions,
breathing spells; the battle would be constant. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?”
“Deserters,” she answered, laughing. She
writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his
waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders.
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