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"Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. “Pellissier,” she repeated thoughtfully. The terror faded from her eyes. 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. After class his routine was unchanged.

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