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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You have to use butter ….”<br />
She shuddered.<br />
“D<strong>on</strong>’t!”<br />
“But I did. You have to with burnt cork.”<br />
“D<strong>on</strong>’t tell me <strong>the</strong>se horrible things.” Her voice rose<br />
almost hysterically. “I never want to hear <strong>the</strong> words<br />
burnt cork menti<strong>on</strong>ed again as l<strong>on</strong>g as I live.”<br />
“I feel exactly <strong>the</strong> same.” Sam moved to her side.<br />
“Darling,” he said in a low voice, “it was like you to<br />
ask me to meet you here. I know what you were thinking.<br />
You thought that I should need sympathy. You<br />
wanted to pet me, to smooth my wounded feelings, to<br />
hold me in your arms and tell me that, as we loved<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r, what did anything else matter?”<br />
“I didn’t.”<br />
“You didn’t?”<br />
“No, I didn’t.”<br />
“Oh, you didn’t? I thought you did!” He looked at<br />
her wistfully. “I thought,” he said, “that possibly you<br />
might have wished to comfort me. I have been through<br />
a great strain. I have had a shock ….”<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Girl</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Boat</strong><br />
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“And what about me?” she demanded passi<strong>on</strong>ately.<br />
“Haven’t I had a shock?”<br />
He melted at <strong>on</strong>ce.<br />
“Have you had a shock too? Poor little thing! Sit down<br />
and tell me all about it.”<br />
She looked away from him, her face working.<br />
“Can’t you understand what a shock I have had? I<br />
thought you were <strong>the</strong> perfect knight.”<br />
“Yes, isn’t it?”<br />
“Isn’t what?”<br />
“I thought you said it was a perfect night.”<br />
“I said I thought you were <strong>the</strong> perfect knight.”<br />
“Oh, ah!”<br />
A sailor crossed <strong>the</strong> deck, a dim figure in <strong>the</strong> shadows,<br />
went over to a sort of raised summerhouse with a<br />
brass thingummy in it, fooled about for a moment, and<br />
went away again. Sailors earn <strong>the</strong>ir m<strong>on</strong>ey easily.<br />
“Yes?” said Sam when he had g<strong>on</strong>e.<br />
“I forget what I was saying.”<br />
“Something about my being <strong>the</strong> perfect knight.”<br />
“Yes. I thought you were.”