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CHAPTER TWELVE

was not only because she revered the memory of her brother. She wanted, too, to see Rodney.
All the way from Plymouth her heart had ached with the thought of him and she had missed his presence more than she believed possible. Child-like she had thought that the ache would pass when she got home. It was almost as if she ran to Camfield as she might have run to a mother's arms for healing and for comfort.
But now she was here, she knew that she still yearned agonizingly for the man she had left behind. She knew then, as she had known really all the time, that nothing and nobody could help her to forget her love. It was an indivisible part of her, she lived and breathed, dreamed and woke to nothing else.
Love, love for Rodney, love for her future brother-in-law! It was in some ways a painful joy to be able to talk of him, to sit in the Great Chamber holding both Sir Harry and Catherine spellbound with her tales of the Caribbean Sea and of the voyage there and back.
She could hear her own voice talking on and on as the hours passed; and now she was no longer tired, but lost in a world of her own, a world in which Rodney was the Captain and she a part of his ship's company. She spoke of Don Miguel and followed him into the darkness of the Canary Islands. It was easy to gloss over the reasons why he had escaped, more difficult to wrench her own thoughts from that moment when Rodney had accused her of loving him.
She could see again the anger in his eyes, the fury of his square chin and tightened lips. She wondered sometimes as she talked whether Catherine and her father would notice discrepancies in her story, the sudden gaps when she dared tell no more, the moments when she must sheer away from the personal dramas which loomed up now as big and important in her mind as the ships they had captured and the battles they had fought.
But Sir Harry and Catherine were as entranced as children listening to a fairy story. Sir Harry's eyes were bright and he rubbed his hands at the thought of the dividends that would soon be paid him. Catherine wanted to be told again and

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