Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. I pity her from the bottom of my heart. Why hadn't he admitted that he recognized the photograph? What instinct had impelled him swiftly to assume his Oriental mask? "Why?" asked O'Higgins. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit.
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