He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. . The pistol was lowered slightly. Yet I think that he will do it. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. He was in a curious state of desperation. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. If she kept on, would she make it out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the secret passage.
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