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He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. "Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. “You silly wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his blotting-pad with busy hands. Shari was snoring soundly. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness.
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