He worked deftly, with flint and steel, to light one of the candlesSukeena had provided. His voice was low and husky, yetstrangely musical to the ear. He paused on the threshold of the Governor's dressing room and lookedfor the last time at the body of the woman he loved. The lamp-light struck them and they sparked purestgold.
You were quick enough fromthe Dutchman's deck. She was a cable's length ahead now, sailing onserenely under her moon, radiant canvas. Even in the uncertain lantern light, his gaze was cold andpiercing. Shewent to the fire and lifted off the clay pot of water that stood on theedge of the coals.
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