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Then she spoke, with a carelessness he instantly suspected. ‘Merci, dieu. The very blank, however, affected him more deeply than if it had been left. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. For she knew that men married to get something. One transgression; he was sure of that. “By God!” said Ann Veronica for the first time in her life. 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. He suspected a trap. Luckily I’m not. ‘Gabbling and muttering in a foreign tongue, that’s what I heard, sir,’ had declared the gap-toothed ancient, when he told them of the initial foray he had made, sneaking around the house in the dark. Only promise me this.
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