CHAPTER XV
HOW TWO FELL OUT
It was but a thin strip of a moon that had risen above the evening
mists--a mere sickle of red gold--but such as it was it sufficed to lift
the pall of darkness from the earth and set the black sky back into its
proper place.
To Gard the night had suddenly become spacious and ample, and the
peaceful slip of a moon, which grew paler and brighter every minute, was
full of promise.
He was so full of Nance that he had almost forgotten Tom and his
scurrilous insolences.
He crossed the Coupee without any difficulty, enjoyed over again the
recollection of that last crossing, and stood in the cutting on the Sark
side for a moment to marvel at the change an hour had made in his
outlook on things in general.
Tom? Why, he could almost forgive Tom, for it was he who had helped to
bring matters to a head--unconsciously, indeed, and probably quite
against his wish. Still, he had been the instrument--the drop of acid in
the solution which had crystallized their love into set form and made it
visible, and fixed it for life.
Truly, he was half inclined to consider himself under obligation to
Tom--if only his boorishness could be kept in check for the future.
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