Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. A forgotten island beyond the ship lanes, where that grim Hand would falter and move blindly in its search for him! From what he had read, there wouldn't be much to do; and in the idle hours he could write. She helped him take it off. They had been so considerate of the earth they had touched that they barely left a footprint. Had romance to be banished from life?. This farewell had been particularly distasteful to him.
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