I act for Captain Lingard." "Come back ?" repeated Willems, passionately.

"Come back to you and abandon her?
Do you think I am mad?
Without her! Man! what are you made of?
To think that she moves, lives, breathes out of my sight.

I am jealous of the wind that fans her, of the air she breathes, of the earth that receives the caress of her foot, of the sun that looks at her now while I.

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