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’ Her eyes narrowed. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps. Let us part in peace. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
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