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8. Full Moon | H. G. [Herbert George] Wells | |
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Presently the band down below and the dancing ceased and the little lights were extinguished. The silent moon seemed to grow brighter and larger and the whisper of the waters louder. A crowd of young people flowed out of the gardens and passed by on their way home. Sir Richmond and Miss Grammont strolled through the dispersing crowd and over the Toll Bridge and went exploring down a little staircase that went down from the end of the bridge to the dark river, and then came back to their old position at the parapet looking upon the weir and the Pulteney Bridge. The gardens that had been so gay were already dark and silent as they returned, and the streets echoed emptily to the few people who were still abroad. "It's the most beautiful bridge in the world," said Miss Grammont, and gave him her hand again. Some deep-toned clock close by proclaimed the hour eleven. The silence healed again. "Well?" said Sir Richmond. "Well?" said Miss Grammont smiling very faintly. "I suppose we must go out of all this beauty now, back to the lights of the hotel and the watchful eyes of your dragon. " "She has not been a very exacting dragon so far, has she?" "She is a miracle of tact." "She does not really watch. But she is curious--and very sympathetic. " "She is wonderful." . . . . "That man is still fishing," said Miss Grammont. For a time she peered down at the dark figure wading in the foam below as though it was the only thing of interest in the world. Then she turned to Sir Richmond. |
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"I would trust Belinda with my life, she said. "And anyhow-now--we need not worry about Belinda." |
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