He stood defiant, legs spread, crying out to
the storm that lashed him. Aye! It'll take more than that to kill a
Scott!
And he had laughed his fearless laugh.
"Michael don't, I'm scared," she said aloud. And he closed and barred
the door, and came to her with the gentle smile which he gave to her
alone.....
She fell to her knees on the cold ground, unable to stop the flow of
bitter and blessed memories. She wrapped the shawl tighter,
remembering, feeling as deeply and surely as if it were not a thing of
the past, but happening now, this moment:
He came to her, and put his cloak about her. Then feeling her shiver
in his arms, changed his mind. "No. We'll have to get you out of your
wet things. I'm an ugly brute, but you'll catch your death."
He built a warming blaze in the fireplace, then took the heavy woolen
blanket from the bed and brought it to her. "Come on now. No time for
being shy; I'll turn away." And he carefully tended the fire as she
shed her dripping garments, and wrapped herself in the blanket.
Perhaps an hour later he lay sprawled on his back, stripped to the
waist on the broad, solid bed.
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