Anne entered the one general store that supplied the needs of the entire island, made a small, inconsequential purchase, and was standing outside again as Donald Lane drove up with the horse and buggy.
“Not bad!” he called out. “Seems like a very decent beast. Wait till I help you climb in!”
There was something quiet, firm in his grasp as he took her hand and arm; a sense of masterfulness in his touch, as though having at last possessed himself of that which he desired he thereafter proposed to keep it. She felt this; she saw it in his steady smile. Her face flushed a little.
masterfulnessThey drove off—and at first in silence. The road, once away from the town, was like a shady lane, twisting and turning charmingly through a little forest of tropical trees and plants, cool and fragrant
