The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 17 Page 3

For John Pearse cloaked his feelings better than his fellows; he smiled at the shower of riches, met her questing glance with a smile, and smiled again with shaking head when she stood before him, aglow with yearning for his decision, and asked simply:

“Well?”

“Baubles, playthings, Dolores!” he laughed up at her. He seized her hands, stroked the satin-skinned forearm, and said softly: “These are not worthy of such a woman as Dolores. These are but the gauds of a beautiful woman. To fit you, they should be the adornments of a goddess!”

“Oh, then thy lips uttered truth!” she cried delightedly. She stooped swiftly to him, twined her arms about his neck, and laid her warm cheek to his. “Now I shall show thee treasures indeed, my John!”