I looked out at the flying scud and back at the storm-bewitched girl with laughter rippling from her throat and the wild joy of a rare moment in her eyes.
"Yes, the storm. It brought you to my arms and your heart to mine."
"I think it did, Jack; the wee corner of it that was not yours already."
Her shy eyes fell and I drew her close to me. In the dusk that had fallen like a cloak over the ship her lips met mine with the sweetest surrender in the world.
So in the clamorous storm our hearts found safe anchorage.
CHAPTER XIX
SENSE AND NONSENSE
The squall passed as suddenly as it had swept upon us, and left in its wake a night of stars and moonbeat.