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Portrait of Randall Parrish Randall Parrish Wolves of the Sea — XV. The Cabin of the Namur (1918)

I never beheld a more disagreeable face, or one which so thoroughly revealed the nature of a man. As I touched his hand, at Estada's brief introduction, it was as if I fingered a snake, and expected to be greeted with a kiss. Gunsaules hovered about an open door leading forward, and the table had been set for four. As I knew LeVere had eaten alone, before coming to my relief, the only conclusion was that the Portuguese intended that we be joined by the prisoner. Indeed he gave me little time for doubt.
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Portrait of Randall Parrish Randall Parrish Wolves of the Sea — XV. The Cabin of the Namur (1918)

When she slowly raised her glance once more it rested on my face as though seeking approval, guidance.
"If there be only the one choice," she said quietly. "I accept peace. I cannot live locked in that room alone, haunted by my thoughts and memories. If I pledge you my word, Senor, am I to enjoy the freedom of this cabin and the deck?"
Estada looked at us, a shade of doubt in his eyes. I made no sign, but Manuel nodded.
"Why not?" he asked in his harsh croak of a voice. "So long as we be at sea? What harm can the girl do?"
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Portrait of Randall Parrish Randall Parrish Wolves of the Sea — XV. The Cabin of the Namur (1918)

Nothing will change his purpose. He is that kind, and he has the power. He determined that if you would not come to him by choice, you should be made to by force. You are here now by his orders and will remain until you consent to his purpose—all that remains for you to decide is whether you choose to be prisoner, or guest aboard."
Her questioning, perplexed eyes turned from face to face, as though she could not grasp fully the purpose of what was said.
"He—he is still alive—this Captain Sanchez?"
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