"Too bad!" "Oh, no." "Then," she concluded, laughing, "you don't care to tell me where you are going." "No," he said thoughtfully, "I don't care to tell you." She laughed again carelessly, and, placing one hand on the tiled pavement, sprang lightly to her feet.
"A last plunge ?" she asked, as he rose at her side.
"Yes, one last plunge together.

Deep! Are you ready ?" She raised her white arms above her head, finger-tips joined, poised an instant on the brink, swaying forward; then, at his brief word, they flashed downward together, cutting the crystalline sea-water, shooting like great fish over the glass-tiled bed, shoulder to shoulder under the water; and opening their eyes, they turned toward one another with a swift outstretch of hands, an uncontrollable touch of lips, the very shadow of contact; then cleaving upward, rising to the surface to lie breathlessly floating, arms extended, and the sun filtering down through the ground-glass roof above.
"We are perfectly crazy," she breathed.

"I'm quite mad; I see that.

On land it's bad enough for us to misbehave; but submarine sentiment! We'll be growing scales and tails presently.

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