“Hill’s confession will finally refute a number of absurd stories which have been
in circulation during the last few days. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. But, if you
have come to surrender yourself to justice, it is well. Die, indeed! We’re going to do work; we’re going to
unfold about each other; we’re going to have children. ” She replied gently. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. And this was an adventure of
which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. He stalked her, he stared at her, he craved her,
he sidled slinking and propitiatory and yet relentlessly toward her, until at last
she awoke from the suffocating nightmare nearness of his approach, and lay
awake in fear and horror listening to the unaccustomed sounds of the hotel. Tristan
dying and Isolde coming to crown his death.
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