During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. 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. “At the Tredgold Women’s College,” said Ann Veronica.
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