Reeves picked up his Tennyson . `` Shall I read you something ? What will you have ? '' `` Read ` Elaine , ' please . I want to hear that once more . '' Reeves felt a sudden dislike to her choice . `` Would n't you prefer something else ? '' he asked , hurriedly turning over the leaves . '' ` Elaine ' is rather sad . Sha n't I read ` Guinevere ' instead ? '' `` No , '' said Helen in the same lifeless tone . `` I have no sympathy for Guinevere . She suffered and her love was unlawful , but she was loved in return -- she did not waste her love on someone who did not want or care for it . Elaine did , and her life went with it . Read me the story . '' Reeves obeyed . When he had finished he held the book out to her . `` Helen , will you take this Tennyson from me in remembrance of our friendship and of the Kelpy 's Cave ? I shall never forget that I owe my life to you . '' `` Thank you . ''
She took the book and placed a little thread of crimson seaweed that had been caught XXXXX the sand between the pages of `` Elaine . ''
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