“Cheer up, Annabel. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. ” He looked at Lucy. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. ’ Thus adjured, but mindful of Trodger’s orders, the militiaman went down the hall backwards, his eyes fixed on the prisoner. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. “Hi Lucy.
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