She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. But, by Jove! you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their hair. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat.
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