"
Sheila stiffened at the words. "I am sure you are quite wrong," she said
coldly. "Captain Larpent's daughter is quite obviously a child of
impulse. I--am not."
"I think you would be impulsive enough to fight the leopard if he came
your way," contended Saltash with idle insistence. "Or perhaps you would
charm him. I imagine that might be more in your line."
Again the girl's lip curled. She said nothing for a moment, then
deliberately, for the first time in her life, she snubbed him. "No, I
should never try to charm--a beast, Lord Saltash."
"You prefer them savage?" countered Saltash.
She made a careless gesture with one hand, without replying. She did not
even look towards him. "I think Miss Larpent might be quite clever in
that respect," she said. "She is--a born charmer."
"By Jove!" he said. "What a cruel compliment!"
Sheila said nothing. She was watching a small boat rowing steadily
towards them through the dark water, with eyes that were grave and fixed.
Saltash's look followed hers, and he grimaced to himself, oddly, wryly,
as a man who accomplishes a task for which he has no liking. Then in a
moment he turned the conversation. "Did you ever meet Rozelle Daubeni,
the enchantress?"
Sheila's soft eyes came to him at the sudden question.
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