‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. Tell me. There's a man dying—Captain Darrell. Consternation gripped him. Both these ladies possessed considerable personal attractions.
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