He felt her heart beat, he guessed her pride; he felt her thrill, he knew his own defeat. He felt her so strong and salient under his hand so strong, so full-budded, so hopeful of fruit that despair of her loss seized him again, terrible rage. He sickened, while in her the warm blood leaped. He wanted everything; she, nothing in the world.
She was as lean as a man at the hips, and finned away like a mermaid, as became a daughter of the Old Roke. "Steady now, my girl . Heave and away." There they stood confronting each other. Enraptured, life given into her hand again, Cad Sills flung her arms about his neck and kissed him a moist, full-budded, passionate, and salty kiss.