It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. “Just do it. 275 “Yes!” She answered, feeling joy and fear well in her chest. Satisfied that he had solved his difficulty, he proceeded to his room. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours.
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