“I hope you will not compel me to
say again that I do not know the man’s name, nor, to the best of my belief, have I
ever seen him before in my life. I can’t explain—”
They regarded one another, each blinded to the other. ” She taunted. “You are quite right, I
think. His room was last at the end of one winding corner. He loved the sea, and could
give a good account of himself in any weather. ’
‘Yes, well, I was too young to see it,’ the captain said, tying a knot in his
makeshift bandage. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. She taught him how to sail a proa, how to hack open a
milk-coconut, how to relish bamboo sprouts. Just as he got on the roof of the prison, St. Despair engulfed her at the horrid remembrance
that the one particular Englishman she knew to be sympathique did not at all
wish to marry her.
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