That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. He saw her, dripping with rosy pearls, rise out of the lagoon in the dawn light: he saw her flashing to and fro among the coco palms in the moonshine: he saw her breasting the hurricane, her body as full of grace and beauty as the Winged Victory of the Louvre. ” “You may be sure of the one,” she murmured. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. "I can do without it," muttered Jack. Lost ground must be regained. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone. “There are two things to be done,” he said softly to himself.
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