Even now Blood had no eyes for that. He turned to look at Miss
Bishop, marvelling a little, after the manner in which yesterday
she had avoided him, that she should now venture upon the
quarter-deck. Her presence at this moment, and considering the
nature of his altercation with Wolverstone, was embarrassing.
Very sweet and dainty she stood before him in her gown of shimmering
grey, a faint excitement tinting her fair cheeks and sparkling in
her clear, hazel eyes, that looked so frank and honest. She wore
no hat, and the ringlets of her gold-brown hair fluttered
distractingly in the morning breeze.
Captain Blood bared his head and bowed silently in a greeting which
she returned composedly and formally.
"What is happening, Lord Julian?" she enquired.
As if to answer her a third gun spoke from the ships towards which
she was looking intent and wonderingly. A frown rumpled her brow.
She looked from one to the other of the men who stood there so glum
and obviously ill at ease.
"They are ships of the Jamaica fleet," his lordship answered her.
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