"I think it has almost stopped bleeding," she remarked as he laid the
cloth against his forehead. "You frightened me, Captain Selwyn. I am not
easily frightened."
"I know it."
"Did you know I was frightened?"
"Of course I did."
"Oh," she said, vexed, "how could you know it? I didn't do anything
silly, did I?"
"No; you very sensibly called me Philip. That's how I knew you were
frightened."
A slow bright colour stained face and neck.
"So I was silly, after all," she said, biting at her under lip and
trying to meet his humorous gray eyes with unconcern. But her face was
burning now, and, aware of it, she turned her gaze resolutely on the
sea. Also, to her further annoyance, her heart awoke, beating
unwarrantably, absurdly, until the dreadful idea seized her that he
could hear it. Disconcerted, she stood up--a straight youthful figure
against the sea. The wind blowing her dishevelled hair across her cheeks
and shoulders, fluttered her clinging skirts as she rested both hands on
her hips and slowly walked toward the water's edge.
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