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‘How she pouted, and tried to make out that she had been imposed upon. 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. You fell in at once with her quixotic and damnable scheme of foisting her reputation and her follies upon your shoulders whilst she marries a rich man and commences all over again a life of selfish pleasure. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. Made me fetch up Trodger and a couple more men, and together we searched his luggage and got hold of every single paper the man possessed. He envied her a little. She shuddered as his naked body pressed against her. " "I can't endure the odious baggage.
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