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Malet, Lucas, 1852-1931

"Deadham Hard"

In respect of the minor delights of existence,
she slumbers not nor sleeps, our perenially charming and skilful
Henrietta."
"You think she enjoyed it too? I am glad."
Then after an interval of silence, her whole figure alert, her
speech eager:
"See there--see there, Colonel Sahib--yes, far, far out to sea--aren't
those the lights of a ship?"
"Yes," he answered--"creeping westward--bound for Toulon, most likely, or
possibly for Marseilles."
And he would have moved forward. But Damaris unaccountably lingered.
Carteret waited a good three to four minutes to suit her convenience; but
the delay told on him. The night and hour down here by the shore, on the
confines of the silent town, were too full of poetry, too full of
suggestion, of the fine-drawn excitement of things which had been and
might not impossibly again be. It was dangerous to loiter, and in such
company, though waves might beat out a constant reminder with merciless
pertinacity upon the beach.
"Come, dear witch, come," he at last urged her.


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