" "Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?" "Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. ’ Gerald looked round. Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. ’ Gerald eyed her. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails. Maggot. 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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