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Henri roused himself He was very thirsty, and the wound in his arm

ached When he raised his hand to salute the rave Sara Lee he found in the officer's cabin when he

went inside later on She was sitting on the long seat below the open

port, her hat slightly askew and her hands folded in her lap Her bag

was beside her, and there was in her eyes a perplexity Henri was too

wretched to notice

For the first ti

she was throwing away She had persistently discounted it until now

She had been grateful for it She had felt unworthy of it But now,

on the edge of leaving it, she felt that so out of her life She had already a sense

of loss

For the first ti herself to think of certain

contingencies that were now forever impossible For instance, suppose

she had stayed with Mrs Cameron? Suppose she had broken her promise

to Harvey and remained at the little house? Suppose she had done as

Henri had so wildly urged her, and had broken entirely with Harvey?

Would she have married Henri?