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She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. "Jump!" cried Ben, in a voice of thunder.
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