Then the long lashes sank demurely over them. His hands reached under her skirt. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark.
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