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. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now. That’s why I come to tell you. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames.
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