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It tore her apart. Besides," she added, blushing yet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. " "I will," replied Jonathan, advancing, and rudely seizing Thames. Rich folks, once. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill.
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