She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. I just suppose it isn’t worth the trouble. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. It can wait a bit longer. But she did not bother her head very much about her relations with these sympathizers. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. She crushed the letter in her hand.
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