The strokes succeeded each other at regular intervals.
He turned.
At that moment Fru Kaas came out on to the terrace with her big
binocular. She had had her coffee, and was ready to enjoy the view
over the bay, the islands, and the open sea. Rafael, she was told,
had already gone out in the boat. Yes! there he was, far out. She
put up her glass at the moment that a white painted boat shot out
towards his brown one. The white one was rowed by a girl in a
light-coloured dress. "Grand Dieu! are there girls here too?"
Now Rafael ceases rowing, the girl does the same, they rest on
their oars and the boats glide past each other. Fru Kaas could
distinguish the girl's shapely neck under her dark hair, but her
wide-brimmed straw hat hid her face.
Rafael lets his oars trail along the water and resting on them
looks at her, and now her oars also touch the water as she turns
towards him. Do they know each other? Quickly the boats draw
together; Rafael puts out his hand and draws them closer, and now
he gives HER his hand. Fru Kaas can see Rafael's profile so
plainly that she can detect the movement of his lips.
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