"He teaches--something."
She assented gravely:--
"And in those days I thought it was a dark continent--of lost souls."
"There are no dark continents," declared Heywood suddenly, in a broken
voice. "The heart of one man--can hold more darkness--You would never
see into it--"
"Don't!" she cried sharply. "What did we promise?"
They stood close in the dusk, and a tremor, a wave, passed through them
both.
"I forgot--I couldn't help"--he stammered; then, as they stumbled
forward, he regained his former tone, keen and ready. "Mustn't get to
fussing about our work, must we?--Curious thing: speaking of dreams, you
know. The other night I thought you were somewhere out on board a junk,
and Flounce with you. I swam like anything, miles and miles, but
couldn't get out to you. Worked like steam, and no headway. Flounce knew
I was coming, but you didn't. Deuced odd, how real it seemed."
She laughed, as though they had walked past some danger.
"And speaking of dragons," she rejoined. "They _do_ help. The man in
the story, that dipped in dragon's blood, was made invulnerable."
"Oh?" He stood plainly at a loss.
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