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e didn't know what to say till it occurred to
her to make use of the power she knew she had over him. She would
try it again. "I am coming with you," she declared with decision.
"You don't suppose I could remain here in suspense for hours,
perhaps."
He dropped her hand suddenly as if it had burnt him--"Oh, yes, of
course," he mumbled with an air of confusion. One of the men over
there was her husband! And nothing less could be expected from
such a woman. He had really nothing to say but she thought he
hesitated.--"Do you think my presence would spoil everything? I
assure you I am a lucky person, too, in a way. . . . As lucky as
you, at least," she had added in a murmur and with a smile which
provoked his responsive mutter--"Oh, yes, we are a lucky pair of
people."--"I count myself lucky in having found a man like you to
fight my--our battles," she said, warmly. "Suppose you had not
existed? . . . . You must let me come with you!" For the second
time before her expressed wish to stand by his side he bowed his
head. After all, if things came to the worst, she would be as
safe between him and Jorgenson as left alone on board the Emma
with a few Malay spearmen for all defence. For a moment Lingard
thought of picking up the pistols he had taken out of yilai：
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