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. ”
Mrs. Brother and Sister
VIII. The back windows of the houses (where any such
existed) were strongly barricaded, and kept constantly shut; and the fortress was,
furthermore, defended by high walls and deep ditches in those quarters where it
appeared most exposed. What about them?”
He called a hansom. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement. I'll try a strong dose. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in
place with rigid control. It reminded her
viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the
pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety.
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