"
A deep indignant groan followed. Long ago. Her father, her own father! She remembered
now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she
recited it with perfect understanding. "To be lonely! What is physical torture, if someone
who loves you is nigh? But to be alone … as I am!… yes, and as you are! Oh,
you haven't told me, but I can see with half an eye. But the first one
was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. And now she had sent Jack away. ”
He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first
time. 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.
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