to scream; and, still worse, if the others would come. I felt that if they did come to mar that one moment, I should kill them. But she was scarcely even surprised. I saw a quiver at the corner of her mouth.
"Will you tell me who you are?" she asked, in a very soft, cool voice.
"You must never dive again from that raft," said I, and my own voice sounded rough and hard. "Pierre knew better than to let you anchor it there. The water is too shallow. There are rocks."
"You are the hermit's son!" quite as if she had not heard me, and still looking at me with a little smile.
"You have been in the water long enough," said I. "Go to your tent at once and dress. In another minute you will be shivering."
At that she broke into laughter; it was like the moonlight ripple of the lake.
"Sir, I obey," she said with a mock humility which enchanted me. "Good-night." She walked up the bank, her wet skirt dripping as she went. I stood dazed, foolish, looking after. Then as she threaded
If push came to shove would you sell your used... Read more
Murder, romance, secrets and hidden pasts. Dece... Read more
Seeing the future comes at a price. What price... Read more
See it as donating a moment of your social media time, every little thing helps us improve and stay online.
The list of books below is based on the weekly downloads by our users regardless of eReader device or file format.
See more popular titles from this genre.