"It was some time before I could get
him to move. And this was an adventure of
which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’
Roding ignored this. Her momentary instinct was
to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. She alone of them all knew that
he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. "If you thought that, why did you give me this
job?"—his voice faint and thick. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child. She worried for her father in Mantua,
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hoping that he was still alive. So, when I tell you she loves you, I know.
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