She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. The fashions of the day have become antiquated. ‘Her purpose, if you will believe me, is to get herself a dowry so that she may marry an Englishman. ’ ‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. “His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. 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'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges.
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