“I made two fruit pies and now I have no one to eat them. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Do so; and I am yours as heretofore. “Do something!” But he laid by his prey, half-watching the fight, gorging on the woman he had caught that had been meant for Rhea and her child. I have seen many of them. 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. So it would always be between herself and Manning.
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