There was only one sound—the fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!" Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved. The poison from the teeth radiated from her shoulder and paralyzed her limbs. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. After all, this could never be the black sheep. Those lives removed,—and Sir Rowland is completely in his power, the estates would be yours—HIS! if he were your husband.
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