It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself. ’ ‘Of what use to be ladylike when I cannot be a lady?’ ‘None of that. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. If, when he returned, he blew out the light, she would go to bed; but if the light burned on for any length of time, she would go silently to the study curtain to learn if his agony was still upon him.
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