A South Sea island girl, and this was her first adventure into civilization. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. “Then—then we can talk things out. Sebastian knew a dozen languages and could speak them fluently, plus he had an aptitude for numbers that Gianfrancesco did not. I'll tote it myself. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. The times were such that, with the opinions he entertained, he could not remain idle. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. . CHAPTER XXI. .
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