“A claim,” he continued, “which I am quite prepared to recognize. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. F. 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. I can remove the prisoner at any hour of the night I think fit: and I will remove him. Every one else does.
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