“Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. And you are something of a heroine, too. She tucked the
mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the
west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken
spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. This is not the
conduct of a jeune demoiselle. "
Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that
perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same
category as this Taber. Chapter Eight
For an instant in the silence that followed, shocked into immobility, Melusine
stared in horror at the body lying there so still. 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.
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