"Whether we are fated to live one day or fifty years, it will be all
the same to me, dear."
She lifted her face again to his, and would have returned the kisses he
gave her were it not that they lost their one-sided character this
time. It was an odd place for love-making, this darkened nook on the
deck of a disabled and beleaguered ship. But a man and a woman reck
little of time or locality when the call of love's spring-time sounds
in their ears. That magic summons can be heard but once, and it is
well with the world, for those two at least, while its ecstasy floods
the soul.
There was a chance that Joey might have been partly suffocated--though,
to all appearance, he meant to die a willing martyr--had not Suarez
leaned over the upper rail, and asked, in his grating accents, if he
heard the senor captain's voice below.
Elsie, all tremulous and rosy, and profoundly thankful for the
darkness, withdrew herself from Courtenay's embrace and answered the
Argentine.
"Ah," said Suarez, "I am glad you are there too, senorita. Will you
tell him that I am very hungry, and that I have not been relieved at
the proper time.
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