It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. Other girls gathered around like sheep. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. The violence of the collision nearly threw him backwards, and caused him to swerve as he sprang. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. Stunning and continuous, the din seemed almost to take away the power of hearing.
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