"Do you hear the guns, Adam?" she asked. "The gods are warring."
"Never give it a thought, Eve," I said. "What are their wars to us?"
"Well," said Eve, sighing, "but I hope it will be ashore."
And we climbed the steep path, and went in to our candles, to wait for Elizabeth. Elizabeth was like to be long in coming.
THE END
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