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He knew her for the child in black, the companion of the last six years, and, as it had been in the time of the meetings on the Lost Continent, he was filled with delight unspeakable. HE KNEW HER FOR THE CHILD IN BLACK THE COMPANION OF THE LAST SIX YEARS AND AS IT HAD BEEN IN THE TIME OF THE MEETINGS ON THE LOST CONTINENT HE WAS FILLED WITH DELIGHT UNSPEAKABLE
you know,” she said, somewhere in the Mediterranean, “I think you’re the very dearest boy I have ever met in my life, and I’d like you to remember me a little. You will when you are older, but I want you to remember me now. You’ll make some girl very happy.” “Oh! Hope so,” said Georgie, gravely; “but there’s heaps of time for marryin’ an’ all that sort of thing, ain’t there?” “That depends. Here are your bean-bags for the Ladies’ Competition. I think I’m growing too old to care for these _tamashas_.” They were getting up sports, and Georgie was on the committee. He never noticed how perfectly the bags were sewn, but another woman did, and smiled—once. He liked Mrs. Zuleika greatly. She was a bit old, of course, but uncommonly nice. There was no nonsense about her. A few nights after they passed Gibraltar his dream returned to him. She who waited by the brushwood-pile was no longer a little girl, but a woman with black hair that grew into a “widow’s peak,” combed back from her forehead. HAT SHE HAD ABANDONED THE MOTHERLY ATTITUDE DO YOU KNOW SHE SAID SOMEWHERE IN THE MEDITERRANEAN I THINK YOU'RE THE VERY DEAREST BOY I'VE EVER MET IN MY LIFE AND I'D LIKE YOU TO REMEMBER ME A LITTLE YOU WILL WHEN YOU'RE OLDER BUT I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER ME NOW YOU'LL MAKE SOME GIRL VERY HAPPY OH I HOPE SO SAID GEORGIE GRAVELY BUT THERE'S HEAPS OF TIME FOR MARRYIN AND ALL THAT SORT OF THING AIN'T THERE THAT DEPENDS HERE ARE YOUR BEAN BAGS FOR THE LADIES COMPETITION I THINK I'M GROWING TOO OLD TO CARE FOR THESE TAMASHAS THEY WERE GETTING UP SPORTS AND GEORGIE WAS ON THE COMMITTEE HE NEVER NOTICED HOW PERFECTLY THE BAGS WERE SEWN BUT ANOTHER WOMAN DID AND SMILED ONCE HE LIKED MISSUS ZULEIKA GREATLY SHE WAS A BIT OLD OF COURSE BUT UNCOMMONLY NICE THERE WAS NO NONSENSE ABOUT HER A FEW NIGHTS AFTER THEY PASSED GIBRALTAR HIS DREAM RETURNED TO HIM SHE WHO WAITED BY THE BRUSHWOOD PILE WAS NO LONGER A LITTLE GIRL BUT A WOMAN WITH BLACK HAIR THAT GREW TO A WIDOW'S PEAK COMBED BACK FROM HER FOREHEAD
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