"Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. Is Jack what Mrs. White’s,” she said, “and if he is going to persist in this delusion, we cannot both remain here. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called.
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