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." She paused, and I waited, watching the daring grow in her eyes.
"You are a man," she completed.

"Not even in my sleep have I ever dreamed there was such a man as you on his two legs upstanding in the world." Lord, Lord! and what could a poor sea-cuny do?
This particular sea-cuny, I admit, blushed through his sea tan till the Lady Om's eyes were twin pools of roguishness in their teasing deliciousness and my arms were all but about her.

And she laughed tantalizingly and alluringly, and clapped her hands for her women, and I knew that the audience, for this once, was over.

I knew, also, there would be other audiences, there must be other audiences.
Back to Hamel, my head awhirl.
"The woman," said he, after deep cogitation.