I take the life out of men. 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. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. You may have something to conceal, you may not. He kissed her fingers and grinned. “You are making your dress?” “Such as it is. They did not spend most days together. Everything was very neat; it had evidently been straightened up and kept for her. Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald.
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