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so, that his love for her was something overwhelming and completely unsettling.
" I love you."
She had never realized before how many intonations, how much suppressed longing could be expressed in those three simple words, whether they were spoken in English or Spanish, they still meant the same thing, the throbbing of a man's heart, the yearning of his whole soul.
She wished, as she had wished several times before, that she could reciprocate his love. Perhaps then, for a very short while, they might have found happiness and joy together. She might, indeed, have given him some memories to comfort him when he was imprisoned ; but try as she would, she could not pretend to love Don Miguel when her heart was already given to Rodney.
He had no use for it. If he thought of any woman, he thought of Phillida; and yet Lizbeth loved him, loved him even when he sat angry and glowering at the dinner table, making the atmosphere so unpleasant that she was unaware of what she ate and indeed felt her throat close against food as if it poisoned her.
Only Don Miguel seemed unaffected by Rodney's anger. He said little, but his eyes watched her face with an intensity which he knew without being told infuriated Rodney more than anything else.
" I love you."
Don Miguel's voice struck across Lizbeth's thoughts as she stood now on the poop. Then, as she turned from a contemplation of the sea, she saw Master Barlow come from the after cabin, across the half-deck and go down the side of the ship into his waiting boat with an air of haste and purpose about him which confirmed her idea that they were turning for home.
She was about to speak to Don Miguel when she saw Rodney come on to the quarter-deck and heard his voice giving orders to Master Gadstone. The ship suddenly sprang to activity, boats were being taken alongside, men were climbing up the rigging.
Lizbeth looked at Don Miguel. His face was very pale, his eyes dark and wounded.

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