She knew that the next time he caught her she would not be able to free herself. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. “Be so good as to stand away from that door at once, sir,” Brendon ordered. “For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. These and her general preparations had perhaps a certain disproportion.
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