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It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. That was the true marvel of it. “Beats me. "Do you wish to earn a rich reward, my good friend?" said Thames to the watchman, as soon as they were left alone. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. Rather a hazardous spot for a convalescent, and McClintock had been doubtful at first; but Spurlock declared that he was a good sailor, which was true. The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated. “I—I am sorry—I didn’t explain. I do—with all my heart.
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