Nothing could have been farther from Melusine’s mind. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. By this time, Jonathan and the vast mob attending him, had come up, and the place was rendered almost as light as day by the links.
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