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. Jonathan, however, still lingered. Sheppard. She mentally resolved to do her best to avoid personal encounters with him in that instant. It was astonishing how seldom it was that his instincts betrayed him. Gold-handled, too. In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber, the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris arising from tending a wounded man. ” “Except,” said Constance, surveying her work with her head on one side, “to keep the matches from the litter. “I think that’s the right name.
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