Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. Brendon made a quick movement forward. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. Of course Nicholas was bound to give her a French name. He gently took the roses from her and laid them on the pillow. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. They were in different key, they had a different timbre.
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