Her heartbeat quickened. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. There would be ultimate misery, but it would be needless cruelty to give her a push toward it. All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. I would that you were my own. ’ ‘Good. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. She could have kissed Cathy. ’ Mrs Sindlesham’s lips twitched. The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. Utter silence answered him.
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