He never retires to rest till daybreak—if at all. He will let you live if it pleases him. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. "Oh no—no! You say this to terrify me—to try me. Stanley almost liked Ramage. 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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