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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 was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. ’ Martha frowned. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke. General Lord Charvill disinherited him for his pains. " Ben judged correctly.
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