” “You are jealous,” she declared contemptuously. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. . ” “Of course you can. Nevertheless, she was still fighting. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. Melusine shrugged. 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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