He would discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing clearness. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. You care for me a little, I know. "Boat there!" cried a voice, which Mr.
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