Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. “I suppose you could at least tune it for us if you know how to play. 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. I'm going through his pockets. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. “Like what, Lucy?” She saw the panic threaten to overtake him. A widow for the fourth time, Mrs. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. He kissed her again.
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