Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. " With this, they dismounted; and fastening their horses to a tree, proceeded towards the house. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. 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. ’ ‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely.
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