She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. I can assure you, Anna, it will take me years to get decently established. Goodbye. But a woman’s life is all chance. "Before to-morrow morning I will ascertain what has become of Thames, or perish in the attempt. ‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was. ‘And you mean this? Truly?’ ‘Entirely. The angels in Heaven shall not tear you from me. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. It could not go on much longer, her luck. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. Now I’ll tell you what I propose.
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