In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. You don't realize what you have done. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness.
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