“Let’s walk along the cliff path. I’m sure I have many interesting things to tell you about.”
They strolled off without bothering to excuse themselves to Domingo Bivar. Marko was limping and talking volubly. Presently he was holding Sinthi’s hand. Bivar, looking after them, sighed a romantic sigh, brushed his hair out of his eyes, and hurried off to find another arm to knead.