The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. There's good stuff in him, if one could find the way to dig it out. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. It slipped out—as did that “she”. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. “She can’t go now. Immediately he was gone, she regretted that she had not followed.
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