11/18 He would have given worlds to say, "No." "Griffins are such nice little monsters," she purred. "I like them." Sometimes at night, waked by the snores of a fat Prussian in the upper berth, he lay staring into the dark, while the ship throbbed in unison with his excited thoughts. He was amazed at his happy recklessness. He would never see her again; he was hurrying toward lonely and uncertain shores; yet this brief voyage outvalued the rest of his life. It was the last night out from Singapore. |