The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. He could hardly open the envelope, he trembled so. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself.
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