"Then you're the Boy - my Brushwood Boy, and I've known
you all my life!"
She fell forward on Dandy's neck. Georgie forced himself out of the
weakness that was overmastering his limbs, and slid an arm round her
waist. The head dropped on his shoulder, and he found himself with
parched lips saying things that up till then he believed existed
only in printed works of fiction. Mercifully the horses were quiet.
She made no attempt to draw herself away when she recovered, but lay
still, whispering, "Of course you're the Boy, and I didn't know -
I didn't know."
"I knew last night; and when I saw you at breakfast - "
"Oh, that was why! I wondered at the time. You would, of course."
"I couldn't speak before this. Keep your head where it is, dear.
It's all right now - all right now, isn't it?"
"But how was it I didn't know - after all these years and years?
I remember - oh, what lots of things I remember!"
"Tell me some. I'll look after the horses."
"I remember waiting for you when the steamer came in. Do you?"
"At the Lily Lock, beyond Hong-Kong and Java?"
"Do you call it that, too?"
"You told me it was when I was lost in the continent.
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