author:Rudyard Kipling, Quartette (1885)
“ I would swim the sea, rather than not go! You never knew," she went on, misreading the expression of my face, "that I cared so much about home? Why, when I hear of the poor creatures who make a vow to measure with their bodies the miles that lie between them and some shrine if only the goddess will give them their heart's desire, I feel that I could do the same if by so doing I could reach my England!" There was no portent in the air, no sign in the sky that evening, as we watched the sunset from the verandah of Laura's room; but before dawn of the next day the crisis of our lives had come. ”
