"Hold hard," cried he, addressing the waterman; "I'll give the gentleman a lift. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me. \" Lucy fought to resist the compulsion to 45 fold her arms over her chest. . . He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. "And someday let him care for me!" She sprang up, alarmed. “Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking about by yourself. Love lives on a higher plane. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything. True, on board the ships she had watched young men from afar, but only with that normal curiosity which is aroused in the presence of any new species.
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