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Mab's hands slackened from Merefleet's clasp, and suddenly she stretched out her arms to the sky. The holiest of all earthly raptures was on her face. Then with a sharp sigh she came to herself and turned back to Merefleet. A piteous little smile hovered about her quivering lips. "I guess I've been dreaming, Big Bear," she said. "Such a dream! Oh, such a gorgeous, heavenly dream!"
Seton still leant over the table, striving with all his resolution to force Merefleet's attention away from her. But Merefleet would not allow it. He saw what Seton did not stop to see; and it was he, not Seton, who lifted her to her feet a moment later and half-led, half-carried her out of the stifling room.
Young Seton greeted Merefleet with less cordiality than he had displayed on the previous evening. There was a suggestion of caution in his manner that created a somewhat unfavourable impression in Merefleet's mind. Already he was beginning to wonder how these two came to be thus isolated in the forgotten little town of Old Silverstrand. It was not a natural state of affairs.
"No?" she said, with a curious little thrill in her voice. "It's real handsome of you, Big Bear. Because you know I ought to have died more than a year ago. But you are different. You have your life to live." Merefleet's hand closed tightly upon hers. "Don't talk like that, child!" he said. "Heaven knows your life is worth more than mine."
Merefleet felt his heart throb heavily. He sat in dead silence, looking at her with fascinated eyes. Had he called her a Greek goddess? He had better have said angel. For this was no earth-born loveliness. She stood for several seconds looking towards him with shining, radiant eyes. Then she moved forward. Merefleet's eyes were fixed upon her. He could not have looked away just then.
Ralph Warrender among the victims." "Warrender! What! Is he dead?" "Yes. Killed instantaneously. Did you know him?" "I have met him in business. I wasn't intimate with him." "Isn't he the man whose first wife was killed in a railway accident?" said Clinton reflectively, glad to have diverted Merefleet's thoughts. "I thought so.
But the great waves beating on the shore could not drown the memory of a woman's bitter sobbing. And the man's heart was dumb and heavy with the trouble he could not fathom. Some hours later, returning from a weary tramp along the shore, he encountered Seton pacing to and fro on the terrace. "She is better," he said, in answer to Merefleet's conventional enquiry.
The fishing-harbour was the same; the brown-sailed fishing-boats rocked with the well-remembered swing inside; the water poured roaring in with the same baffled fury; and children played as of old on the extreme and dangerous edge of the stone quay. The memory of that selfsame quay roused deeper recollections in Merefleet's mind as he sat and dined alone at the little table near the door.
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