"As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. " "Force shall not make me yours till Jack is free," replied the widow, resolutely. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. 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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