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Ruth?" "Why the devil not? Why do you suppose she married you if she didn't love you? While you read I watched her face. Later, she understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. 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. And there are other guides. As he gazed down into the courts of the prison, he could not help shuddering, lest a false step might precipitate him below. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. She could think of nothing more to say. She hated living like that.
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