CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. ‘A French rat with exceedingly long arms, I see. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. Enter the house with your men. You steered and I rowed stroke. ‘This idiotic female—’ ‘This imbecile has made me—’ ‘—made me lose my temper, and I—’ ‘—cut him with my dagger, and he is—’ ‘—damn near slit her throat!’ ‘—bleeding like a pig!’ ‘Whoa, whoa!’ stormed the captain, starting forward.
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