"I was going to die, Hoddy!" she whispered. ” “What ball?” The question was rhetorical. “Well, because I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t. 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. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. Also he is ugly.
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