'Yes, dear,' I said, looking in the same direction, 'you must be
going; see how the waves are surrounding the Point. You must run,
Winnie--you must run, and leave me.'
'Yes,' said she, still gazing across to the Point, 'as you say, I
must run, but not yet, dear; plenty of time yet,' and she smiled to
herself as she used to do in the old days, when as a child she had
made up her mind to do something.
Then without another word she took her shawl from her shoulders, and
pulled it out to see its length. And soon I felt her fingers stealing
my penknife from my waistcoat-pocket, and saw her deftly cut up the
shawl, strip after strip, and weave it and knot it into a rope, and
tie the rope around her waist, and then she stooped to tie it around
me.
It was when I felt her warm breath about my neck as she stooped over
me to tie that rope, that love was really revealed to me; it was
then, and not till then, that all my previous love for Winifred
seemed as the flicker of a rushlight to Salaman's cloak of fire; and
a feeling of bliss unutterable came upon me, and the night air seemed
full of music, and the sky above seemed opening, as she whispered,
'Henry, Henry, Henry, in a few minutes you will be mine.
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