‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. Pennsylvania Dutch. They were alike in one phase—loveless and lonely. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. 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. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her.
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