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CHAPTER NINE

in the Sea Hawk with its swinging hammock in an airless cabin which smelt perpetually of bilge.
There she had been happy. Even though Rodney had been angry with her at first, they had gradually become friends. She thought of how he had talked to her confidingly and easily as they sat alone at dinner and supper. They had both of them thought excitedly of the adventures that lay ahead.
This was what adventures ended in, Lizbeth thought. This sense of unhappiness and misery, this sense of being degraded and humiliated by someone one loved. Lizbeth sat up suddenly. What was it she had said to herself? And then she knew, knew clearly and unmistakably-she was in love with Rodney! She must have been in love with him for a long time, she thought, perhaps even before she had left England ; yet she had not known it.
How blind she had been, how idiotic, not to have guessed the true state of her own feelings ! She thought now, as she raised her fingers to her bruised mouth, that she had loved him since that first moment when he had caught her among the rhododendron bushes and kissed her because she had spoiled his hat.
There was blood on her lips now, his kiss had been the brutal exhibition of a man who had completely lost control of his finer feelings ; and yet, Lizbeth felt she could understand. Like Don Miguel, he was missing the women he had known and loved and who had loved him; and unlike Don Miguel, he was incensed by her presence to the point of exasperation, so that he longed to hurt her and make her suffer because in some very different and obscure manner she was making him suffer by her presence.
If she had been a man and he could have punished her for annoying him, the whole episode would have been forgotten; but because she was a woman, he must revenge himself upon her in a very different manner. Lizbeth began to cry again.
Her tears were not the fearful ones she had cried in Rodney's arms, they were the gentle, wistful tears of a woman in love, a woman who knows that her love is unrequited and suffers the awful pain of loving, incurably, the man who does not want her.
Was there ever such a tangle, Lizbeth asked herself. Rodney

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