The sea is phosphorescent; I seemed to be dipping my arms in liquid
silver. I longed to splash about and make sparkles all around me. But I
was very cautious. I swam only as far as the stakes to which the
fishermen fasten their nets. The moon seemed to be suspended just over
my head.
I thought of Malthe.
Ah, for one night! Just one night!
* * * * *
Jeanne has given me warning. I asked her why she wished to leave. She
only shook her head and made no answer. She was very pale; I did not
like to force her to speak.
It will be very difficult to replace her. On the other hand, how can I
keep her if she has made up her mind to go? Wages are no attraction to
her. If I only knew what she wanted. I have not inquired where she is
going.
* * * * *
Ah, now I understand! It is the restlessness of the senses. She wants
more life than she can get on this island. She knows I see through her,
and casts her eyes downward when I look at her.
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