As I shall take and hold. ‘Do not be imbecile. 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 want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. As he gazed at these lights, they suddenly seemed to disappear, and a tremendous shock was felt throughout the frame of the boat. “Thank you,” she said coolly. He was suddenly calm.
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