Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. “Call me Cathy, John. But Gerald took it for the routine interest in an eligible bachelor, although he was aware many females had an eye for scarlet regimentals. I am guilty practically of the impertinence of coming to ask you whether I misunderstood your sister. Supposing he too wanted love and his arms were as empty as hers? Some living thing that depended upon her. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls. She saw herself building up a life upon that —a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep.
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