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She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. . There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. To settle things, you know. That he had resolved upon its execution, whatever it might be, was evident from his saying aloud,— "I will do it. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. ’ She saw suspicion darken his gaze. ’ ‘You may not get the chance. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. "Where are the packets committed to your charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?" "The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours.
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