A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous
board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. She
heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as
she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through
the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the
ground. But as Rowland sprang
to the helm, and gave the signal for pursuit, a roar like a volley of ordnance was
heard aloft, and the wind again burst its bondage. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot. She wanted to think of him as her
beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing
this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained
unconscious of herself.
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