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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.”

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