With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. "Lord, if I can only remember to write it exactly as you told it!" He jumped to his feet. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you.
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