She
saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran
down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the
slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from
the sides—and the beating of her heart. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with
her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet
dimly understanding. “The smallest will do for me
quite well. "
"Your arrival was most providential," said Jack. "
And she left the room with Blueskin, who very politely offered her his arm. ”
“It was Cheveney!” he said slowly.
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