"'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater," replied the tar. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. She possessed it, astonishing fact! She had summoned this energy so continuously during the past four weeks that now it was abiding; she knew that it would always be with her, on guard. She was not a reversion to type, which intimates the primordial; she suggested rather the incarnation of some goddess of the South Seas.
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