Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. “It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked, throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. Man's fate is in his own hands. 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. I get the worst headaches. ” She hesitated. “We are to begin our married life to-night—here where I first met you. "But be it as it may, he is now beyond the reach of earthly punishment. Her eyes were wide and bright. ’ ‘Good. Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it.
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