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‘Yes, ma’am,’ agreed Gerald with a grin. ’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from Gwen. I can’t. “Here,” he said, “is this Blau See, and here we rest until to-morrow. The heroism of two beach combers had saved all on board and their own manhood as well. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. Wood's cries: but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed through an open door into the street.
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