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K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad. “Do not look so uncomfortable, both of you,” she begged. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition. Her first orders were to summon the rest of her servants to make immediate preparations for her departure for Lancashire. ’ ‘Because you are a pig!’ retorted Melusine hotly. 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.
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