It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. "Is it gold?" "Pure gold," replied Kneebone. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house.
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