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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

I knew not why, for I did not understand it. Then she dropped her eyes, to lift them again, laughing.


? ? ? ? 'If our friends could see us now!' she said. 'Look at us. Have you ever paused for a moment to consider our appearance?'


? ? ? ? 'Yes, I have considered yours frequently,' I answered, puzzled over what I had seen in her eyes and by her sudden change of subject.


? ? ? ? 'Mercy!' she cried. 'And what do I look like, pray?'


? ? ? ? 'A scarecrow, I'm afraid,' I replied. 'Just glance at your draggled skirts, for instance. Look at those three-cornered tears. And such a waist! It would not require a Sherlock Holmes to deduce that you have been cooking over a campfire, to say nothing of trying out seal-blubber. And, to cap it all, that cap! And all that is the woman who wrote "A Kiss Endured."'


? ? ? ? She made me an elaborate and stately curtsy, and said, 'As for you, sir-'


? ? ? ? And yet, through the five minutes of banter which followed, there was a serious something underneath the fun which I could not but relate to the strange and fleeting expression I had caught in her eyes.


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