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Gerald cast a swift look up the corridor, but there was no one there, not even a
shadow. "No; it's only a fresh gale," Ben returned: "hark! now it comes. 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. Sheila was often a terror to
her husband Mark, who seemed afraid of her. “You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address,
mademoiselle,” he said curtly. She descended down the
stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. “I think we are growing sensible,” he said.
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