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[Tara H. <ch...@se...>]

Nd tried to smile--"something very unpleasant will happen, Mr. Holt,"
she finished. "If you will permit me to take you to Captain Rifle--"
"No. Captain Rifle would question me. He would demand explanations. You
will understand when I tell you what I want. And I will do that if I may
have your word of honor to hold in confidence what I tell you, whether
you help me or not. Will you give me that pledge?" "Yes, if such a
pledge will relieve your mind, Miss Standish." He was almost brutally
incurious. As he reached for a cigar, he did not see the sudden movement
she made, as if about to fly from his room, or the quicker throb that
came in her throat. When he turned, a faint flush was gathering in her
cheeks. "I want to leave the ship," she said. The simplicity of her
desire held him silent. "And I must leave it tonight, or tomorrow
night--before we reach Cordova." "Is that--your problem?" he demanded,
astonished. "No. I must leave it in such a way t