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“Quite on my own,” she said. " "Then I owe my life to her?" "Positively. An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. You’re a little late, you must remember, and we are punctual people here. He leaned forward, and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and seductive music from her lips. She had looked forward to an explanation.
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