“I have signed a statement that I shot myself; bad trade and drink, both true—both true. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. He was twenty-nine at the time, practically an old man. “He was alive at four o’clock this afternoon,” she answered, “but the doctors give little hope of his recovery. Spurlock slept on. 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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