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. ” “Oh, you mean Mr. " "You terrify me," cried Mrs. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. "I don't think that's likely. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think.
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