"Oh, Mary," he whispered, as he kissed her cheek. "Thank you for this.
Thank you for not giving in. I've been waiting all my life for a
feeling, like this." And he kissed her again with heart-breaking
softness.
Then he stepped away and swiftly mounted. "I'll be back three days
hence. We will ride again, and make our love in the fields." And he
rode off, leaving her bewildered and unable to reply.
And all at once the last light of day was gone. The breeze which had
seemed so gentle, now fled before the cold and chilling airs of Night.
She retreated into the woeful shelter of the hut, and lay down on the
bed in confusion.
Ten
The prisoner had slept for nearly twenty hours, woken off and on by
the cold as his fire grew dim. At such times he would rise only long
enough to fuel it once more to a warm and yet (so far as this was
possible) a slow burning blaze. He knew the white smoke of the
driftwood would be difficult to see, dispersed as it was through the
cracks high above, and carried away by the steady breeze from the sea.
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