Adventure [98]
the Nongassla coming in around the point with her boats out," Sheldon remarked irrelevantly. "And the Commissioner is on board. He's going down to San Cristoval to investigate that missionary killing. We're in luck, I must say."
"I don't see where the luck comes in," she said dolefully. "We ought to have this evening all to ourselves just to talk things over. I've a thousand questions to ask you."
"And it wouldn't have been a man-talk either," she added.
"But my plan is better than that." He debated with himself a moment. "You see, the Commissioner is the one official in the islands who can give us a license. And--there's the luck of it-- Doctor Welshmere is here to perform the ceremony. We'll get married this evening."
Joan recoiled from him in panic, tearing herself from his arms and going backward several steps. He could see that she was really frightened.
"I . . . I thought . . ." she stammered.
Then, slowly, the change came over her, and the blood flooded into her face in the same amazing blush he had seen once before that day. Her cool, level-looking eyes were no longer level-looking nor cool, but warmly drooping and just unable to meet his, as she came toward him and nestled in the circle of his arms, saying softly, almost in a whisper, -
"I am ready," Dave."
Footnotes:
{1} Eaten.
{2} Food.
{3} Mary--beche-de-mer English for woman.
{4} Ngari-ngari--literally "scratch-scratch"--a vegetable skin- poisoning that, while not serious, is decidedly uncomfortable.
{5} Paddle
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"I don't see where the luck comes in," she said dolefully. "We ought to have this evening all to ourselves just to talk things over. I've a thousand questions to ask you."
"And it wouldn't have been a man-talk either," she added.
"But my plan is better than that." He debated with himself a moment. "You see, the Commissioner is the one official in the islands who can give us a license. And--there's the luck of it-- Doctor Welshmere is here to perform the ceremony. We'll get married this evening."
Joan recoiled from him in panic, tearing herself from his arms and going backward several steps. He could see that she was really frightened.
"I . . . I thought . . ." she stammered.
Then, slowly, the change came over her, and the blood flooded into her face in the same amazing blush he had seen once before that day. Her cool, level-looking eyes were no longer level-looking nor cool, but warmly drooping and just unable to meet his, as she came toward him and nestled in the circle of his arms, saying softly, almost in a whisper, -
"I am ready," Dave."
Footnotes:
{1} Eaten.
{2} Food.
{3} Mary--beche-de-mer English for woman.
{4} Ngari-ngari--literally "scratch-scratch"--a vegetable skin- poisoning that, while not serious, is decidedly uncomfortable.
{5} Paddle
End