Arrived at her side, it
was soon evident, from the throng of seamen in Dutch dresses that displayed
themselves, that her crew were on the alert, and a rope having been thrown down
to the skipper, he speedily hoisted himself on deck. Sometimes her
straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and
decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of
passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. I want to shout! I want to sing! I am glad! I am glad to be
alive because you are alive! I am glad to be a woman because you are a man! I
am glad! I am glad! I am glad! I thank God for life and you. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement. “Mike, that’s not even
remotely funny. Remember?’
‘Parbleu,’ came from his still struggling victim. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark.
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