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Still Angela lingered as if loth to leave the man who meant so much to her. There was peril in this, but Ray had not the heart to order her peremptorily away.
He could not see her face, he dared not lift his head high enough to get a glance at her features, but from the tone of her voice it did not seem to him that she was suffering from overmuch anxiety. There was no one within earshot, the deck was more or less deserted, so Ray made up his mind to risk another minute or two. He whispered to Angela to turn her back upon him before he spoke again.