"What did I say? I told him that perhaps he knew somebody that he'd rather give it to before me----"
"Before you? There's a woman. You're not satisfied when a man fights all the devil in himself for you, but you must rub it into him while he's doing it. Maurice--or maybe you don't understand. You could say things like that to a dog--if a dog could understand--and he'd come back and lick your hand. Maurice has blood and fire in him. And here's a woman--whatever else she is--is warm-blooded too. She wants Maurice, and, by God, she'll get him if you keep on. Do you remember the night of the Master Mariners' ball--the night before we sailed on the Southern cruise? Well, that night this woman, she waits for Maurice and stops him on his way home. But she didn't get him. He was up in the wind fo
