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Recovering herself at last, she perceived the bright image of the moon in the dark water, and Sanine's face bending over her with glittering eyes. She felt that his arms were wound tightly round her, and that one of the oars was chafing her knee.
Then she began to weep gently, persistently, without freeing herself from Sanine's embrace.