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CHAPTER TEN

She would not demean herself so far to any man, even though she loved him as she loved Rodney. He was being unjust, he was at fault in what he suspected, but she swore that she would not humble herself to seek his favours. Yet she could not prevent herself being wounded and made desperately unhappy by the situation.
She saw Rodney at meals, but Don Miguel was invariably with them. At other times he usually ignored her presence. She might, she thought miserably, have been invisible or something lower than a slave from the way he seemed obviously not to see her as he walked about the deck.
Alone in her cabin, Lizbeth cried many bitter tears. Love, she thought, had brought her no happiness, only a loneliness beyond anything she had ever imagined. It was hard, in the circumstances, not to want to seek comfort where she might find it, and despite herself she did find Don Miguel's love for her comforting.
" I love you!"
There was a magic in those very words, even though they were spoken by a man she did not love. And yet, she thought, in a way she did love Don Miguel. She loved him with an affection that was almost maternal in its warmth. She wanted to comfort him, she wanted to protect him from the horror and misery that lay ahead of him in the future.
He was so young-not in age, but in outlook and character -and she knew from the stories he told her of his childhood that he had been cosseted by his mother and kept from encountering the hardships which other boys of his age took as a matter of course. He had always known luxury and comfort, the security of family life, the adoration of his womenfolk.
It was his father who had insisted that he should go abroad and had suggested a visit to the Spanish Main. The Santa Perpetua had sailed from Spain with several other vessels and was to return guarded by the fleet of warships-what could have been safer? How, indeed, could they have anticipated that any accident might happen to Don Miguel ?
He had character, Lizbeth thought, even though it was not as yet fully developed ; but he had experienced very little emotion in his life, and she knew, even without his telling her

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