“You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. As he pocketed it, her open palm reached out and slapped his cheek. Things happened frequently over here that wouldn't happen in the States once in a hundred years. Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. He is not in a state of mind to bear it. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. 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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