The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
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<strong>the</strong> <strong>on</strong>ly girl in <strong>the</strong> world! I have been looking for you<br />
for years and years and I have found you at last, my<br />
soul-mate. Surely this does not come as a surprise to<br />
you? That is, I mean, you must have seen that I’ve<br />
been keen …. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re’s that damned Walt Mas<strong>on</strong> stuff<br />
again!” His eyes fell <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> volume beside him and he<br />
uttered an exclamati<strong>on</strong> of enlightenment. “It’s those<br />
poems!” he cried. “I’ve been b<strong>on</strong>ing <strong>the</strong>m up to such<br />
an extent that <strong>the</strong>y’ve got me doing it too. What I’m<br />
trying to say is, Will you marry me?”<br />
She was drooping towards him. Her face was very<br />
sweet and tender, her eyes misty. He slid an arm about<br />
her waist. She raised her lips to his.<br />
3<br />
SUDDENLY SHE drew herself away, a cloud <strong>on</strong> her face.<br />
“Darling,” she said, “I’ve a c<strong>on</strong>fessi<strong>on</strong> to make.”<br />
“A c<strong>on</strong>fessi<strong>on</strong>? You? N<strong>on</strong>sense!”<br />
“I can’t get rid of a horrible thought. I was w<strong>on</strong>dering<br />
if this will last.”<br />
P. G. Wodehouse<br />
55<br />
“Our love? D<strong>on</strong>’t be afraid that it will fade … I mean<br />
… why, it’s so vast, it’s bound to last … that is to say, of<br />
course it will.”<br />
She traced a pattern <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> deck with her shoe.<br />
“I’m afraid of myself. You see, <strong>on</strong>ce before—and it was not<br />
so very l<strong>on</strong>g ago,—I thought I had met my ideal, but ….”<br />
Sam laughed heartily.<br />
“Are you worrying about that absurd business of poor<br />
old Eustace Hignett?”<br />
She started violently.<br />
“You know!”<br />
“Of course! He told me himself.”<br />
“Do you know him? Where did you meet him?”<br />
“I’ve known him all my life. He’s my cousin. As a<br />
matter of fact, we are sharing a state-room <strong>on</strong> board<br />
now.”<br />
“Eustace is <strong>on</strong> board! Oh, this is awful! What shall I<br />
do when I meet him?”<br />
“Oh, pass it off with a light laugh and a genial quip.<br />
Just say: ‘Oh, here you are!’ or something. You know<br />
<strong>the</strong> sort of thing.”