In her laugh was a little catching of the breath
that was enchanting.
"Not yet," she said, "your head is safe till you tell me how you got
here, at all events. Now tell me--oh, tell me. I can't believe it
until you tell me."
She moved a little away from the door.
"Come in," she said shyly, "if you've come all the way from America
you must be very tired."
St. George shook his head.
"Come out," he pleaded, "I want to stand on top of a high mountain
and show you the whole world."
She went quite simply and without hesitation--because, in Yaque, the
maddest things would be the truest--and when she had stepped from
the low doorway she looked up at him in the tender light of the
garden terrace.
"If you are quite sure," she said, "that you will not disappear in
the dark?"
St. George laughed happily.
"I shall not disappear," he promised, "though the world were to turn
round the other way."
They crossed the still terrace to the parapet and stood looking out
to sea with the risen moon shining across the waters.
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