’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and passing a tongue lightly over her lips. She thought then that she had shaken off the man of the bulging blue eyes forever, but that night she found he followed her into her dreams. 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 sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat. She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. But men of the Spurlock type, who walk straight, who are unobtrusive and intensely pale, they break swiftly and inexplicably. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower her kill out of her hair. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. "I've lost my wager. "I understand," she said.
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