Her answer was not quite ready. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. \"He still likes you, I believe. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. 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. ” “That sounds very interesting,” she answered coolly. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and in another moment the dining-room door was flung open. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. "Yon's a dear man," said McClintock. " "Be still!" returned Jonathan, in the same under tone, and with great selfpossession: "I can yet save you. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure.
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