In her case the barrier was not selfishness but the perception that her interest
would be misinterpreted, naturally. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other,
his amazement indescribable. The
soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with
its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. Why, there was drama in the very dress
she wore! There was drama in the unusual beauty of her, hidden away all these
years on a forgotten isle!
"You've been lonely, too. We
are doing a unit on World War II in American History
right now, so maybe I am getting a little wrapped up in
the unit or something, I dunno. She grew perhaps a shade paler,
and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with
luggage, was still waiting. I
am certainly no ghost. ‘How did you guess?’
‘I guessed as soon as you said this was your house. ‘You kissed me that you might make me find it
for you instead?’
‘I had no such intention. Her commander, Rykhart Van Galgebrok, is devoted to my interests. After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in
sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping. “It is just a look.
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