I am going back with you.

That's settled.
Now let us talk of something else.

Don't you really want me to go ?" "Ah, that isn't fair," looking out to sea again and following the lights aboard the Simla.
It was mighty hard for him not to sweep her into his arms then and there.

But he would never be sure of her till she was free of this country, free of the sense of gratitude, free to weigh her sentiments carefully and unbiasedly.

He sat down abruptly on the wreck of an ancient hull embedded in the sand.