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dead。







〃You can't buy me in;〃 he said; 〃and you can't



buy yourself out。〃







He set his hat firmly with a little tap; and next



moment she felt herself lifted up in the powerful



embrace of his arms。  Her feet lost the ground;



her head hung back; he showered kisses on her face



with a silent and over…mastering ardour; as if in



haste to get at her very soul。  He kissed her pale



cheeks; her hard forehead; her heavy eyelids; her



faded lips; and the measured blows and sighs of



the rising tide accompanied the enfolding power



of his arms; the overwhelming might of his caresses。



It was as if the sea; breaking down the wall pro…



tecting all the homes of the town; had sent a wave



over her head。  It passed on; she staggered back…



wards; with her shoulders against the wall; ex…



hausted; as if she had been stranded there after a



storm and a shipwreck。







She opened her eyes after awhile; and listening



to the firm; leisurely footsteps going away with



their conquest; began to gather her skirts; staring



all the time before her。  Suddenly she darted



through the open gate into the dark and deserted



street。







〃Stop!〃 she shouted。  〃Don't go!〃







And listening with an attentive poise of the head;



she could not tell whether it was the beat of the



swell or his fateful tread that seemed to fall cruelly



upon her heart。  Presently every sound grew



fainter; as though she were slowly turning into



stone。  A fear of this awful silence came to her



worse than the fear of death。  She called upon her



ebbing strength for the final appeal:







〃Harry!〃







Not even the dying echo of a footstep。  Noth…



ing。  The thundering of the surf; the voice of the



restless sea itself; seemed stopped。  There was not



a soundno whisper of life; as though she were



alone and lost in that stony country of which she



had heard; where madmen go looking for gold and



spurn the find。







Captain Hagberd; inside his dark house; had



kept on the alert。  A window ran up; and in the



silence of the stony country a voice spoke above her



head; high up in the black airthe voice of mad…



ness; lies and despairthe voice of inextinguish…



able hope。  〃Is he gone yetthat information



fellow?  Do you hear him about; my dear?〃







She burst into tears。  〃No! no! no!  I don't



hear him any more;〃 she sobbed。







He began to chuckle up there triumphantly。



〃You frightened him away。  Good girl。  Now we



shall be all right。  Don't you be impatient; my dear。



One day more。〃







In the other house old Carvil; wallowing regally



in his arm…chair; with a globe lamp burning by his



side on the table; yelled for her; in a fiendish voice:



〃Bessie!  Bessie! you Bessie!〃







She heard him at last; and; as if overcome by



fate; began to totter silently back toward her stuffy



little inferno of a cottage。  It had no lofty portal;



no terrific inscription of forfeited hopesshe did



not understand wherein she had sinned。







Captain Hagberd had gradually worked himself



into a state of noisy happiness up there。







〃Go in!  Keep quiet!〃 she turned upon him



tearfully; from the doorstep below。







He rebelled against her authority in his great



joy at having got rid at last of that 〃something



wrong。〃  It was as if all the hopeful madness of the



world had broken out to bring terror upon her



heart; with the voice of that old man shouting of



his trust in an everlasting to…morrow。























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