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And
ever
I
loved
Maud
with
an
increasing
love
.
She
was
so
many-sided
,
so
many-mooded
--
"
protean-mooded
"
I
called
her
.
But
I
called
her
this
,
and
other
and
dearer
things
,
in
my
thoughts
only
.
Though
the
declaration
of
my
love
urged
and
trembled
on
my
tongue
a
thousand
times
,
I
knew
that
it
was
no
time
for
such
a
declaration
.
If
for
no
other
reason
,
it
was
no
time
,
when
one
was
protecting
and
trying
to
save
a
woman
,
to
ask
that
woman
for
her
love
.
Delicate
as
was
the
situation
,
not
alone
in
this
but
in
other
ways
,
I
flattered
myself
that
I
was
able
to
deal
delicately
with
it
;
and
also
I
flattered
myself
that
by
look
or
sign
I
gave
no
advertisement
of
the
love
I
felt
for
her
.
We
were
like
good
comrades
,
and
we
grew
better
comrades
as
the
days
went
by
.
One
thing
about
her
which
surprised
me
was
her
lack
of
timidity
and
fear
.
The
terrible
sea
,
the
frail
boat
,
the
storms
,
the
suffering
,
the
strangeness
and
isolation
of
the
situation
--
all
that
should
have
frightened
a
robust
woman
--
seemed
to
make
no
impression
upon
her
who
had
known
life
only
in
its
most
sheltered
and
consummately
artificial
aspects
,
and
who
was
herself
all
fire
and
dew
and
mist
,
sublimated
spirit
,
all
that
was
soft
and
tender
and
clinging
in
woman
.
And
yet
I
am
wrong
.
She
was
timid
and
afraid
,
but
she
possessed
courage
.
The
flesh
and
the
qualms
of
the
flesh
she
was
heir
to
,
but
the
flesh
bore
heavily
only
on
the
flesh
.
And
she
was
spirit
,
first
and
always
spirit
,
etherealized
essence
of
life
,
calm
as
her
calm
eyes
,
and
sure
of
permanence
in
the
changing
order
of
the
universe
.
Came
days
of
storm
,
days
and
nights
of
storm
,
when
the
ocean
menaced
us
with
its
roaring
whiteness
,
and
the
wind
smote
our
struggling
boat
with
a
Titan
's
buffets
.
And
ever
we
were
flung
off
,
farther
and
farther
,
to
the
north-east
.
It
was
in
such
a
storm
,
and
the
worst
that
we
had
experienced
,
that
I
cast
a
weary
glance
to
leeward
,
not
in
quest
of
anything
,
but
more
from
the
weariness
of
facing
the
elemental
strife
,
and
in
mute
appeal
,
almost
,
to
the
wrathful
powers
to
cease
and
let
us
be
.
What
I
saw
I
could
not
at
first
believe
.
Days
and
nights
of
sleeplessness
and
anxiety
had
doubtless
turned
my
head
.
I
looked
back
at
Maud
,
to
identify
myself
,
as
it
were
,
in
time
and
space
.
The
sight
of
her
dear
wet
cheeks
,
her
flying
hair
,
and
her
brave
brown
eyes
convinced
me
that
my
vision
was
still
healthy
.
Again
I
turned
my
face
to
leeward
,
and
again
I
saw
the
jutting
promontory
,
black
and
high
and
naked
,
the
raging
surf
that
broke
about
its
base
and
beat
its
front
high
up
with
spouting
fountains
,
the
black
and
forbidden
coast-line
running
toward
the
south-east
and
fringed
with
a
tremendous
scarf
of
white
.
"
Maud
,
"
I
said
.
"
Maud
.
"
She
turned
her
head
and
beheld
the
sight
.
"
It
can
not
be
Alaska
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Alas
,
no
,
"
I
answered
,
and
asked
,
"
Can
you
swim
?
"
She
shook
her
head
.
