"That's good," she said, flinging back her shawl, and sighing, as if
a great burden had been lifted from her. The moon was up, and its white
light lay on the rippling water, and just touched the outline of Bet's
face.
"That's good," she repeated, as she took another draught of the sweet,
pure, invigorating air. She had again that pre-occupied look which
seemed only half-conscious of her companion.
"Let's walk along by the quays," said Will. "Higher up it will blow
real fresh; this is nought--only the shadow of the sort of thing that
comes to you when you are fairly out on the waves."
"Will," said Bet, suddenly, as she turned and looked full at him, "I
were fair wrapt up in myself, and it never come to me till this minute
to ask how you are here. Why, it's nigh upon a week since you were to
have been away in that ship that carried Hope at its bows, you mind."
"That's true," said Will, rather shortly. "But I had a wish to stay
on shore a bit longer, so I sold my berth to Isaac Dent.
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