That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. ToC Sir Rowland, meantime, paced his chamber with a quick and agitated step. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. ‘Oh no, you don’t,’ said Gerald in a low tone.
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