It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. She found she could do her microscope work all the better for being in love. Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump. . She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police.
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