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Suddenly a brilliant figure whirled into the midst of the crowd and reached the angry skipper and his victim. Eunez, her black eyes ablaze, her face ruddy with anger, planted herself before Tunis Latham, hands on hips, confronting him boldly. One glance at the prostrate Orion assured her that, although there was blood upon his face, he was not much hurt.
Neither Eunez Pareta nor any other girl of the port, Portygee or Yankee had ever made Tunis Latham's heart flutter. He was not impervious to the blandishments of all feminine beauty. As Cap'n Ira Ball would have said, Tunis was "a general admirer of the sect."
Her languishing glances at Tunis flashed in their change to suspicious glares at the girl waiting in the roadway. "You have a guest, Tunis Latham?" she asked with a composure which scarcely hid her jealousy and doubt. "I'm taking her up to the Balls'. She's Mrs. Ball's niece, Eunez," Tunis said good-naturedly. He was always friendly with these Portygees.
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