To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. Your servant, Mr. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door.
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