Ann Veronica had one of her flashes of insight. "That he couldn't choose any one so agreeable to me. “It was perhaps my fault. As soon as Jack gained his legs, he perceived Blueskin lying, as he thought, dead in the plantation, with a severe cut across his temples, and while he was stooping to assist him, he heard groans at a little distance. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed cheerfully. Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief.