"Stay!" interposed Jonathan. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. Sebastian looked up and stood. Rank ingratitude, I call it. “It isn’t fair. Let this be a caution to you in future—with whom, and about what you deal. ” She finished her breakfast and strolled out across the garden with the letters still in her hand. 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.
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