“I was lonely. 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. ’
The pathetic sob which accompanied the last word had a signal effect on two
of the company at least. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him,
never loosening her grip. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or
pneumonia or something like that. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. "
Blueskin, meanwhile, having drained and replenished his glass, commenced
chaunting a snatch of a ballad:—
Once on a time, as I've heard tell. Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute
or so. “Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. I waited for her at the back. You look very handsome. Where's Jonathan?"
Inquiries were instantly made after that individual, but he was nowhere to be
found. He looked like
an animated skeleton that someone had hung a smelly
105
brown beard upon.
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