“Do you love me?” he asked.
“Mm,” assented Emily. Later she added, with a wriggle, “You’re a darling.”
“If it was to help me, would you do something... very difficult?”
“Yes, but do let me have a look through your telescope, because I haven’t, not ever, and I do so want to!”
Jonsen gave a weary sigh, and sat down on the cabin-top.
A High Wind in Jamaica by Richard Hughes
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