Martin’s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily
blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but
by no means contemptible reputation of his own. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they
soon reached the building. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for
the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. There was nothing in his
manner to suggest the misery of the preceding night. What had she to do with such as these?
She had hard work to keep a smiling face, as Mrs. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. He had not proceeded far when
he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly
approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself
behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled
over his brows, rode by at full speed. "I told you
I was not unprotected. No means were neglected to accomplish this end.
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