“He looks as though he did, at any rate. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. 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. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers! The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully toward the sound. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. "It is never too late. Moreover, he's a Yale University man, and he'd be good company. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane.
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