She should
have stayed and fought him--fought him every way, until she was his
master. She could have done it; she was clever, I should think. Still, if
she had to die, it was better to go with a good horse that way. I think I
should prefer to go swiftly, suddenly, but without the horror of blood
and bruises, and that sort of thing. . . . I should like to meet
Professor Valiant. He was hard, but he was able too. . . . But haven't we
had enough of horror? I asked you to amuse me, and you have merely
interested me instead. Oh!--"
This exclamation, I thought, was caused by the voice of the quartermaster
humming:
"I'm a-sailing, I'm a-sailing on the sea,
To a harbour where the wind is still"--
Almost immediately she said: "I think I will go below." Then, after a
slight pause: "This is a liberal acquaintance for one day, Dr. Marmion;
and, you know, we were not introduced."
"No, Mrs. Falchion, we were not introduced; but I am in some regards your
host, and I fear we should all be very silent if we waited for regular
introductions here. The acquaintance gives me pleasure, but it is not
nearly so liberal as I hope it may become.
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