[Garthowen by Allen Raine]@TWC D-Link bookGarthowen CHAPTER XXII 15/19
I cannot tell what came over me, but my knees trembled and my hands--mine, remember, Gethin Owens, the big, strong sailor!--my hands were shaking like a leaf when I took the tickets.
I tried to throw it off, and to laugh and talk again with Bella. "'What's the matter ?' she said; but I couldn't answer, for whenever I looked at her that glittering necklace brought Morva's face before me so plain as if she had been there herself; and when we sat down in the theatre I couldn't hear the music and I couldn't see the stage, because soft in my ears was Morva's voice calling me, like she called me that day on the slopes when I tore myself from her little clinging arms: 'Gethin! Gethin! come back!' was plain in my ears. "I looked round me quite moidered.
Lots of Bella's friends were there, and lots of mine; but I could not stop.
I stood up, determined to go out, whatever the others might think of me, for all the time Morva's voice was in my ears calling 'Gethin! Gethin!' "'I am going,' said I to Bella; 'somebody is calling me.' And there, close to me, who should I see but Ben Barlow sitting alone.
I pushed the play bill in his hand.
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