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You couldn’t help it. By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he saw that the pursuers had approached within a short distance of the object of their quest. ” Some one hidden from Ann Veronica appeared to be marshalling the assembly. 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. Your disobedience be upon your own head. "Owen, Owen," pursued Mrs.
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