I do not go; and as for the gig, you may take me or leave me, as you choose.”
“What have you to say to her?” asked Santos, coming up to me, and again lowering his voice.
I lowered mine still more. “That I love her!” I answered in a soft ecstasy. “That she may remember how I loved her, if I die!”
His shoulders shrugged a cynical acquiescence.
“By all mins, senhor; there is no harm in that.”
I was at her side before another word could pass his withered lips.
“Miss Denison, will you grant me
and I prepared for some vast hoax at the last moment. It was only when we plunged upon the crowded quarter-deck, and my own eyes read lust of life and dread of death in the starting eyes of others, that such lust and such dread consumed me in my turn, so that my veins seemed filled with fire and ice.
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