She said, gazing at me fondly and smiling: "Everything is feasible so
far, Geoffrey. But now imagine us arrived on shore."
"I must carry you as far as your strength will suffer," I replied. "Of
course, Vanderdecken will send in pursuit of us, but there should be
no lack of dense vegetation full of hiding places. Yet in this as in
all other things, my dearest, we must rely upon God's help. That given
there is nothing to fear; denied--then it would be better for me if I
threw myself overboard at once."
"Geoffrey," she said, "I do not question you, dear heart, for dread of
what we may encounter, but merely that by letting your plans lie in my
mind my girlish spirit may grow used to them and unswervingly help you
when the time comes."
"Brave little woman!" I cried, "do not believe I could misjudge you.
You would ask me what is to follow when this vessel quits the coast and
leaves us alone there? How can I answer? We must attempt what others
have successfully achieved, and struggle onwards to some settlement. I
know--I know, my darling, that the outlook is black and affrighting.
But consider what our choice signifies; the fate that awaits us if you
remain and I am marooned; or the chances--meagre indeed, but chances,
nevertheless--which offer if we escape to the land. And we shall be
together, dearest!"
I kissed her brow, and her love leapt in her to my impassioned
greeting; beautiful as she was, yet did she appear transfigured by
the rich hue in her cheeks, her smile, the sparkle of her chaste and
maidenly joy in the dark heaven of her eyes. Call me not cruel for thus
deliberately preparing to bring her face to face with the horrors of
the African coast--with those barbarous features which her heart had
long ago recoiled from the mere thought of. She was my sweetheart--my
affianced--my life's blood. Oh! how dear to me for her beauty, her
sweetness, her passion for me, the miracle of our meeting, her
loneliness under the sun and stars of the mighty Southern Ocean, amid
shapes more spectral than ghosts, more horrible with their survival of
human vices than had they been dead bodies quickened into life without
soul or brain.
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