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” Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. It was not a long prayer. . To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. His heart beat wildly and he was afraid lest the strain be too much; but the girl shook her head and smiled and pointed to the top of the mountain. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. “Like a stab.
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