57/64 There may be some danger there but there's nothing ugly to fear." She gave me a startled glance quite unusual with her, more than wonderful to me; and suddenly as though she had seen me for the first time she exclaimed in a tone of compunction: "Oh! And there is this one, too! Why! Oh, why should he run his head into danger for those things that will all crumble into dust before long ?" I said: "_You_ won't crumble into dust." And Mills chimed in: "That young enthusiast will always have his sea." We were all standing up now. She kept her eyes on me, and repeated with a sort of whimsical enviousness: "The sea! The violet sea--and he is longing to rejoin it!. |