And some day you will suffer as I do,
so terribly that even the brazen serpent could not cure you. Then you
will remember me."
He was about to leave her, but he had not taken two steps before he
turned, with all the anger and the passion softened in his eyes, and
said, putting his hand out towards yet not to touch her, "Good-bye--for
the last time." And then the look was such as might be turned upon a
forgiven executioner.
"Good-night," she replied, and she did not look into his eyes, but out to
sea. Her eyes remained fixed upon its furtive gloom. She too was furtive
and gloomy at this moment. They were both sleek, silent, and remorseless.
There was a slight rustle to her dress as she changed her position. It
was in grim keeping with the pitiless rustle of the sea.
And so they parted. I saw him move on towards the companion-way, and
though I felt instinctively that all had gone ill with him, I was
surprised to see how erect he walked. After a minute I approached her.
She heard me coming, and presently turned to me with a curious smile.
"Who is Mr. Charles Boyd?" she asked. "I did not pierce his disguise.
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