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The pistol fell to the floor. 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. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. Have you seen much of her lately?” “Nothing at all,” he answered. There were words, then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there, the exact opposite. I don’t love you. "No, I won't leave go!" screamed Mrs. ’ ‘Certainly that is true. "As I said before, I have little reliance upon professions of gratitude. ” “What do you mean—by too late?” he demanded.
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