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’ ‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone. And now her father said she must not go. Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit. 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 are wrong! I did not think you thought such things. I secured the dog after he had wounded me. ‘I have justice. That Mr.
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