But the
free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him
sprawling into the yielding sand. "
Here Ruth returned with the broth; and McClintock strode aft, convinced that he
was going to have something far more interesting than books to read. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was
obvious to the meanest intelligence. “How can you know?”
“I think—perhaps I am rather a cold-blooded person. The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt,
crashing music. Wood obeyed. The tall, blond
boys, right?”
“That’s them. "
"Somebody coming?"
"Yes.
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