From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise. All we have to apprehend is a rescue. Sir John heard gossip about us—about Anna the recluse, a paragon of virtue, and Annabel alias ‘Alcide’ a dancer at the cafés chantants, and concerning whom there were many stories which were false, and a few—which were true.
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