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I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. But I'll take care of her bill, if worst comes to worst. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. There was no past, no future, only this exhilarating present.
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