? ? ? ? 'What if I should cry out?' Maud asked.
? ? ? ? 'I like you too well to hurt you,' he said softly- nay, there was a tenderness and a caress in his voice that made me wince. 'But don't do it just the same, for I'd promptly break Mr. Van Weyden's neck.'
? ? ? ? 'Then she has my permission to cry out,' I said defiantly.
? ? ? ? 'I hardly think you'll care to sacrifice the Dean of American Letters the Second,' he sneered.
? ? ? ? We spoke no more, though we had become too used to each other for the silence to be awkward; and when the red light and the white had disappeared we returned to the cabin to finish the interrupted supper.
? ? ? ? Again they fell to quoting, and Maud gave Dowson's 'Impenitentia Ultima.' She rendered it beautifully, but I watched not her, but Wolf Larsen. I was fascinated by the fascinated look he bent upon Maud. He was quite out of himself, and I noticed the unconscious movement of his lips as he shaped word for word as fast as she uttered them.
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