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Eveline
Theboatblewalongmournfulwhistleintothemist.Ifshewent,tomorrowshewouldbeontheseawithFrank,steamingtowardsBuenosAyres.Theirpassagehadbeenbooked.Couldshestilldrawbackafterallhehaddoneforher?Herdistressawokeanauseainherbodyandshekeptmovingherlipsinsilentferventprayer.
Abellclangeduponherheart.Shefelthimseizeherhand:
“Come!”
Alltheseasoftheworldtumbledaboutherheart.Hewasdrawingherintothem:hewoulddrownher.Shegrippedwithbothhandsattheironrailing.
“Come!”
No!No!No!Itwasimpossible.Herhandsclutchedtheironinfrenzy.Amidtheseasshesentacryofanguish.
“Eveline!Evvy!”
Herushedbeyondthebarrierandcalledtohertofollow.Hewasshoutedattogoonbuthestillcalledtoher.Shesetherwhitefacetohim,passive,likeahelplessanimal.Hereyesgavehimnosignofloveorfarewellorrecognition.
