"All my life I've dreamed of something like this," he said, divertingly, with a gesture which included the yacht. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. She turned towards the door, and had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open.
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