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CHAPTER EIGHT

knew, I think, from the first moment I saw you. Are Englishmen really so blind, or are they just pretending?"
Lizbeth did not attempt to misunderstand him.
" Rodney knows," she said, "but not the others."
Don Miguel made a little gesture with his hands.
" I always knew the English were stupid, but Sacremento! to imagine such loveliness could belong to a boy-that is madness!"
Lizbeth laughed. She could not help herself.
" Promise me you will say nothing," she begged. "I will explain to you why I came here."
She told him her story, although to spare his feelings she glossed over her father's anger with Francis' friendship with Dr. Keen. She told him how she had taken Francis' place and of Rodney's fury when he discovered how he had been tricked; and of how, expecting her to be a boy, the men had accepted her and as far as she knew, had never had the slightest doubt as to her sex.
Don Miguel listened carefully and then he bent forward in his chair.
" Are you content to be a boy?" he asked.
" Perfectly," Lizbeth answered a little defiantly. "'Twas strange at first, but now I am used to it."
" And yet, if you were a woman, how different the atmosphere on this ship would be! They would all be trying to please you ; the officers would vie for your favours-there would be a gallantry about every man and about everything they did. Men work best when they have a woman to please."
" What you are saying would shock Rodney," Lizbeth said. "He does not approve of women aboard ship-and who shall blame him? Only the worst captains and the worst women sail together in English ships."
" The English are always unpredictable," Don Miguel replied. "But I cannot understand how you could deceive them for one moment when you are so lovely. I would like to see you dressed in some of the rich silks which lie below us now. There is silk from China so fine that it can pass through a ring, so soft that the mere touch of it seems to caress the skin. There is silk there the colour of an emerald and there are

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