"It was a most foolhardy thing to do."
Ann's eyes, goldenly clear in the sunlight, met his frankly.
"I think I went--partly because I was told not to," she acknowledged,
smiling.
His lips twitched in spite of himself.
"Good heavens! What a woman's reason!"
She nodded.
"I suppose it was. But I never dreamed the waves could be as strong as they
were. I felt absolutely helpless to stand up against them, and the ground
seemed to be slipping away under my feet all the time, dragging me with
it--oh, it was horrible!"--with a shiver of recollection. "And I have to
thank you--again--for coming to the rescue!" she resumed more lightly after
a moment. "I think I must really be destined to end my days in Davy Jones's
locker--and you keep frustrating the designs of fate!"
"Well, don't trouble to go out of your way to give me another opportunity,"
he advised dryly.
Ann laughed.
"I won't," she promised. "Especially as it must go against all your
principles to have to take so much trouble over a woman."
He made no answer, and, fearing she had unwittingly wounded him in some
way, she hastened to change the conversation. She had instinctively
come to know that beneath his brusque exterior he concealed a curious
sensitiveness, and, remembering all that Cara had told her of the man's
history she regretted her insouciant speech as soon as it was spoken.
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