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CHAPTER ELEVEN

rightly, Drake was given goods to the value of ten thousand pounds before the cargo of the Golden Hind was divided."
" I thank you-but I have no wish to own the emeralds!" Lizbeth told him.
She could never look at them, she thought, without remembering Don Miguel-she could hear his voice all too clearly as he spoke of his love, and see the pain in his eyes.
" No, I will have nothing," she cried suddenly.
" Only your memories," Rodney said, and his voice was hard.
He knew, she thought, why she would not take the emeralds, why she shrank even from the thought of them.
" Yes, those are mine-for ever."
Lizbeth's answer was defiant, her chin raised a little ; but in reply Rodney held out his hand towards her with a generous, affectionate gesture she had not expected.
" Forgive me, Lizbeth-there is nothing I can offer which could reward you for all you have done ... for your kindness to my wounded, for your courage in every danger, for the way you have never complained, never grumbled."
Her hand was in his and his fingers warm and strong made her breath come more quickly.
" To Lizbeth!"
He was raising a goblet of wine with his other hand.
" I thank you."
Her voice trembled on the simple words, her whole body was quivering beneath his touch and she was afraid he would notice her agitation. He put down the goblet and looked down at her fingers lying in his palm.
" So little," he said, and added softly, "and so brave."
He did not mean what he said, Lizbeth thought; it was just a moment of sentimentality because the voyage was at an end. She drew her hand away and lifted high her own goblet of wine.
" To the future," she said, "and may it bring you everything you ask of it."
She thought of Phillida as she spoke and putting down her wine, rose from the table.
" 'Tis time to turn in," she said, her tone deliberately commonplace.

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