Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           Butnowshewasnolongerasleep.Thewonderfuleyes,violetblue,heavy-lidded,withtheirperplexing,orientalslanttowardsthetemples,werewideopenandfixeduponhis.

           Fromouttheworldofromance,outofthemoonlightandthestarsheen,outofthefaintradianceoftheliliesandthestillairheavywithperfume,shehadatlastcometohim.Themoonlight,theflowers,andthedreamwereallvanishedaway.AngelewasrealisedintheWheat.Shestoodforthinthesunlight,afact,andnolongerafancy.

           Heranforwardtomeetherandsheheldoutherarmstohim.Hecaughthertohim,andshe,turningherfacetohis,kissedhimonthemouth.

           “Iloveyou,Iloveyou,”shemurmured.

           UpondescendingfromhistrainatPortCosta,S.Behrmanaskedtobedirectedatoncetowherethebark“Swanhilda”wastakingongrain.Thoughhehadboughtandgreatlyenlargedhisnewelevatoratthisport,hehadneverseenit.Theworkhadbeencarriedonthroughagents,S.Behrmanhavingfartoomanyandmorepressingoccupationstodemandhispresenceandattention.Now,however,hewastoseetheconcreteevidenceofhissuccessforthefirsttime.

           Hepickedhiswayacrosstherailroadtrackstothelineofwarehousesthatborderedthedocks,numberedwithenormousRomannumeralsandfullofgraininbags.Thesightofthesebagsofgrainputhiminmindofthefactthatamongalltheothershippershewaspracticallyaloneinhiswayofhandlinghiswheat.Theyhandledthegraininbags;he,however,preferreditinthebulk.