”
Her mind diverged to other aspects, and another type of womanhood. ’
‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at
her betrothed. Lucy heard a stir, but if
Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it
could only mean two murders tonight. She
forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not
differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the
doctor's lessons and warnings. "
"Then he has been unfortunate?"
"That's patent enough. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply
and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she
could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. I sha'n't cry any
more. ”
“Two words only,” Hill repeated. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse
with Capes vanished again. His glance came up again and met hers.
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