Staring with horrified eyes at the swift and utter destruction of the
_Reve_, Ann shuddered uncontrollably. But for the unknown deliverer who had
snatched her bodily from the doomed boat she herself would be struggling in
that almost fathomless depth of water or, stunned by the savage drive of
the motor-boat's prow, sinking helplessly down to the bottom like a stone.
"Don't be afraid. You're all right." Again that strangely familiar note in
the reassuring voice.
Ann twisted round within the circle of the arms which held her and peered
up at the face of their owner. A flickering gleam of light revealed a small
white scar high up on the left cheek-bone.
"You!" she exclaimed under her breath. "Is it you?"
"Yes." She could detect a note of amusement in the voice that came to her
through the dusk. "Your creed has proved false, you see. I expected
nothing--and here I am with an altogether charming adventure."
"I shouldn't describe it quite like that," she answered ruefully.
"No? But then you've lost a boat, whereas I've gained a passenger. Our
points of view are different."
The arms which held her had not relaxed their hold, and she stirred
restlessly, suddenly acutely conscious of their embrace.
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