"That--that you love me ?" "And why not?
Am I so different from other women ?" I held the tiller still with one hand, but the other arm was free, and I reached out, and drew her toward me.

There was no resistance, no effort to break away.

I could see her face uplifted, the wide-open eyes.
"Different! Yes; so vastly different, that I misunderstood everything.
But now I know, and--and sweetheart, I love you, I love you." It could not have been long, not to exceed a moment or two, when a sudden leaping of the boat brought us back to a realization of our position.

As soon as I had regained control of the craft, I reached out again and touched her hand.
"This is all so strange, so unexpected, I can scarcely comprehend what has occurred." "Strange, yes, in the way it has happened," she coincided.

"But we cannot afford to dwell upon that now.