" "What makes you think he has had a hard knock?" "I'm a doctor, young lady. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. 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. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. . She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. "He seems infatuated about the lad," observed Wild.
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