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VIII. The Keeper of the Light | Henry van Dyke | |
Section III. |
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She straightened in his arms as if an electric shock had passed through her. She sprang back, blazing with anger. "What?" she cried, "me a thief by round-about,--with my hand behind my back and my eyes shut? Never. Do you think I care only for the blame? I tell you that is nothing. My light shall not be robbed, never, never!" She came close to him and took him by the shoulders. Their eyes were on a level. He was a strong man, but she was the stronger then. "Marcel Thibault," she said, "do you love me?" "My faith," he gasped, "I do. You know I do." "Then listen," she continued; "this is what you are going to do. You are going down to the shore at once to make ready the big canoe. I am going to get food enough to last us for the month. It will be a hard pinch, but it will do. Then we are going out to the island to-night, in less than an hour. Day after to-morrow is the first of April. Then we shall light the lantern, and it shall burn every night until the boat comes down. You hear? Now go: and be quick and bring your gun." |
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