Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. Lucy spoke once they had turned the corner. "What have you got there in your breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?" The dam broke, but not with violence. His face fell. ’ ‘I would have done, only you threatened to blow off my head,’ Gerald reminded her, laughing. It was a bright and beautiful day: so bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart was cheered by it. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner.
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