`` If you and I were to go on being together every day , you could love me just as well as you love them , could n't you ? '' Paul considered in a charming way he had . `` Of course I could love you better than the Twin Sailors and the Golden Lady , '' he announced finally . `` And I think perhaps I could love you as much as I love Stephen . But not as much as Nora -- oh , no , I would n't love you quite as much as Nora . She was first , you see ; she 's always been there . I feel sure I could n't ever love anybody as much as Nora . '' One day when Stephen was out to the mackerel grounds , Paul took Miss Trevor into the little grey house and showed her his treasures . They climbed the ladder in one corner to the loft where Paul slept . The window of it , small and square-paned , looked seaward , and the moan of the sea and the pipe of the wind sounded there night and day . Paul had many rare shells and seaweeds , curious flotsam and jetsam of shore storms , and he had a small shelf full of books . `` They 're splendid , '' he said enthusiastically . `` Stephen brought me them all . Every time Stephen goes to town to ship his mackerel he brings me home a new book . '' `` Were you ever in town yourself ? '' asked Miss Trevor . `` Oh , yes , twice . Stephen took me . It was a wonderful place . I tell you , when I next met the Twin Sailors it was me did the talking then .
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