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           ButIdon’tunderstand,”shebegan,lookingpuzzled.

           “Nowcomesthestrangepart,”wentonDr.Monygham.“Viola,whoiskingonhisisland,willallownovisitoronitafterdark.EvenCaptainFidanzahasgottoleaveaftersunset,whenLindahasgoneuptotendthelight.AndNostromogoesawayobediently.Butwhathappensafterwards?Whatdoeshedointhegulfbetweenhalf-pastsixandmidnight?Hehasbeenseenmorethanonceatthatlatehourpullingquietlyintotheharbour.Ramirezisdevouredbyjealousy.HedarednotapproacholdViola;buthepluckedupcouragetorailatLindaaboutitonSundaymorningasshecameonthemainlandtohearmassandvisithermother’sgrave.Therewasasceneonthewharf,which,asamatteroffact,Iwitnessed.Itwasearlymorning.Hemusthavebeenwaitingforheronpurpose.Iwastherebythemerestchance,havingbeencalledtoanurgentconsultationbythedoctoroftheGermangunboatintheharbour.Shepouredwrath,scorn,andflameuponRamirez,whoseemedoutofhismind.Itwasastrangesight,Mrs.Gould:thelongjetty,withthisravingCargadorinhiscrimsonsashandthegirlallinblack,attheend;theearlySundaymorningquietoftheharbourintheshadeofthemountains;nothingbutacanoeortwomovingbetweentheshipsatanchor,andtheGermangunboat’sgigcomingtotakemeoff.Lindapassedmewithinafoot.Inoticedherwildeyes.Icalledouttoher.Sheneverheardme.Sheneversawme.ButIlookedatherface.Itwasawfulinitsangerandwretchedness.