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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

had robbed Rodney for the moment of the power to speak or even to move. It had not been only Don Miguel's need for a woman or the spur of passion which had driven him to kiss Lizbeth-he loved her. Rodney was sure of that-not then, but later. Yes, Don Miguel loved Lizbeth.
It had been obvious in the way he looked at her and the caressing tone of his voice when he addressed her. Rodney had hated Don Miguel then. He had longed not once but a hundred times to challenge him to a duel, to clap him into irons, to send him below decks where Lizbeth could never see him, or to throw him overboard at some dangerous, sharkinfested part of the ocean.
Yes, he had hated Don Miguel then and still did with a bitterness and a fury which he felt now could be relieved only by the news that the Spaniard was dead. Striding up and down, Rodney recaptured his fury as he had seen Don Miguel and Lizbeth together talking, laughing and whispering.
Then as he felt his anger and his hatred rise within him in a crimson flood, he suddenly knew the truth, knew why he felt like this, knew why at the thought of Don Miguel his whole body was a-tremble with the desire for revenge-it was because he himself loved Lizbeth.
He had not known it till this moment. He had not realized it until she was gone and the loss of her brought home to him what she had meant to him these past few months. He had grown so used to having her there that he had taken her presence for granted. Now he could curse himself for having been so blind, so obtuse.
It was easy to look back and see that so much of the pleasure he had experienced in capturing the Santa Perpetua, in plundering the Spanish settlement, in boarding the pearling lugger, was because Lizbeth could see his success and praise his victories. He knew now that she had been at the back of his thoughts almost the whole time. On the surface he had told himself that he was annoyed with her for having tricked him in coming on the voyage, that he had no use for women on a ship and never for a moment would he waver in his determination to treat her as a boy.
But the femininity of her crept under his guard and into

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