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A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. ” He ducked out. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. I watched you wait at the farmhouse! But I couldn’t compromise your safety! You must have realized that!” She lowered her voice to a loud whisper. 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. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. Rules are for established things, like the pieces and positions of a game.
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