Спрут: Каліфорнійська історія
Chapter IX
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.
