But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. Had he found the secret door? Running to the centre, she tried to judge where the knocking came from. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. On the way he confessed. " "Well, I've a job open; but I don't want you to get the wrong idea of it. "When you are stronger we'll go up to the cutwater and watch them from there.
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