It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. 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. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. The house became joyous again with the talk of babies and wedding festivities.
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