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My South Sea Sweetheart: A Romance, Fiction/Literature Classic By Beatrice Grimshaw!
My South Sea Sweetheart: A Romance, Fiction/Literature Classic By Beatrice Grimshaw!
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My South Sea Sweetheart: A Romance, Fiction/Literature Classic By Beatrice Grimshaw!
Captain Harry England "bravest, wickedest and most fascinating man in the islands," intrigues to marry the beautiful seventeen-year-old Dara because he has learned a secret which will make her one of the world's heiresses. Her lover, in attempting to rescue her, sacrifices his life, and in the end she marries the captain. An entertaining story. The author also knows the region well and is adept in capturing its color.
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”For myself, not all the treasures of all the world poured out at my feet would have tempted me to venture. I might break sensible rules through childish bravado, but I was never the boy-girl type that courts an actual danger. As for Luke's horror of "being afraid" I saw it, and admired it, but I did not understand it.
In truth, I felt then, as I felt on the morning when we rushed down into the lagoon, that Luke was somehow or other getting away from me. He was changing. How, I did not know. But it seemed to me that Luke and I were somehow no longer one. We had been used to speak without thinking, to talk as we breathed, to understand without talking. Now...
It came back right in the middle of our swim, as we landed together on a coral "horsehead"...
Captain Harry England "bravest, wickedest and most fascinating man in the islands," intrigues to marry the beautiful seventeen-year-old Dara because he has learned a secret which will make her one of the world's heiresses. Her lover, in attempting to rescue her, sacrifices his life, and in the end she marries the captain. An entertaining story. The author also knows the region well and is adept in capturing its color.
Excerpt:
”For myself, not all the treasures of all the world poured out at my feet would have tempted me to venture. I might break sensible rules through childish bravado, but I was never the boy-girl type that courts an actual danger. As for Luke's horror of "being afraid" I saw it, and admired it, but I did not understand it.
In truth, I felt then, as I felt on the morning when we rushed down into the lagoon, that Luke was somehow or other getting away from me. He was changing. How, I did not know. But it seemed to me that Luke and I were somehow no longer one. We had been used to speak without thinking, to talk as we breathed, to understand without talking. Now...
It came back right in the middle of our swim, as we landed together on a coral "horsehead"...
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