Gerald caught the look and slipped the weapon into his pocket. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face. For a time they walked in silence. 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. Though there is something to be said for your idea of a secret convent, at least as a hiding place. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. She felt conscious of her nipples becoming visibly erect under the tight t-shirt and wished that she owned a thicker brassiere. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. “Very well,” he said. And beyond this, Lady Lescelles, as you must know, recent events have set a good many people’s tongues wagging, and I am quite determined to live down all this scandal before I think of marrying any one. He went on. I don't threaten idly, as you know.
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