If and when Ray was ever found, she would be long gone and they would be unable to explain what had happened to him. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. "When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perished in London on the night of the Great Storm. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch.
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