I shall barely be in time for the theatre. Now then," he added more calmly, "I am ready to die. 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. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley.
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