“Is it because you think I’ll sign anything I’m told to sign?”
“No, though I think your principal is cheating widows.”
“You believe that and yet love me?”
“Yes.”
Marvin set his teeth and was silent for some minutes. Then he picked up the lantern and lighted it.
“Lie down and let me cover you up.”
He tucked the blanket round her and whispered, “Good night, beloved.”
“Good night, my very dearest friend.”
He climbed out of the warm nest, faced the wind, clambered up a limestone wall by the aid of a cedar, and set himself to watch the water. But the lantern could not stand the gale. The light did not last a minute, and so he hung the whole thing in the cedar.
There he sat all night, shivering with passion and with frost, and watching the channel.