6/17 Her blue eyes looked mournfully from beneath their long lashes. The slender white hands lay listlessly in the lap of the once white dress, now water-stained, wrinkled and shapeless. In spite of all that dreadful buffeting by the wind and water she was still the beautiful creation of nature he had found so charming in a realm where nature seldom presents herself. "You do not know how I thank God you are alive." She turned slowly, as if she had known all along of his tortuous approach. Her voice was low and thrilling. |