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"You speak English better than I do," said O'Higgins, as the coolies jogged across the bridge toward the gate. "No, Sir, it's quite possible—more than possible. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. He was every bit as much a pig as this Emile. 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. It was partly to pay a grudge he had against father. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. She could tell that he probably wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the opportunity. Let your father—if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son. Only three days.
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