? ? ? ? Having grown tired, apparently, of the task, she relinquished the oar to me. I had folded up the blankets, but she now proceeded to spread them out on the bottom. When all was arranged snugly, she said:
? ? ? ? 'Now, sir, to bed. And you shall sleep until luncheon.'
? ? ? ? 'Till dinnertime,' she corrected, remembering the arrangement on the Ghost.
? ? ? ? What could I do? She insisted and said, 'Please, please'; whereupon I turned the oar over to her and obeyed. I experienced a positive sensuous delight as I crawled into the bed she had made with her hands. The calm and control which were so much a part of her seemed to have been communicated to the blankets, so that I was aware of a soft dreaminess and content, and of an oval face and brown eyes framed in a fisherman's cap and tossing against a background now of gray cloud, now of gray sea, and then I was aware that I had been asleep.
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