It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that
began between us. Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot are dying to see you. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. "What is it?"
"Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife!
Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?"
As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. Then, if you weren’t looking,
he’d get five feet closer. His literary instincts were reviving. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back
to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of
her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that
this particular adventure was finished. She fidgeted and looked away. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said.
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