But you will be--I swear you shall be--if you will marry me. You
like me just a bit, don't you? And you wouldn't be afraid to trust
yourself to me?"
"No," murmured Toby, with an effort. "I wouldn't be--afraid."
"Then you'll give me my chance?" he urged gently. "You'll put your dear
little hand into mine and trust me? Will you darling? Will you?"
But Toby was silent.
"Won't you?" he said in a whisper.
Her arm tightened about his neck. She was breathing quickly, nervously.
From across the water came the sounds of laughter and cheering, the
softened strains of the band that played on the deck of _The Blue Moon_.
Close at hand was only the low wash of the waves as they lapped against
the cliff. They floated quite alone over the dark depths, rising and
falling with the slow heave of the tide, but making no headway.
"Won't you?" Bunny said again, after a long silence.
And suddenly Toby raised her head and spoke. "I will do--whatever you
wish," she said.
There was a slight break in her voice, but it held no indecision. Her
eyes looked straight into his in the starlight. He saw them shining and
knew that they were big with tears. But she did not flinch from his look
or start as his lips came to hers.
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