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But eventually Spurlock laughed. There is a railroad. “Dear husband,” she murmured. “Very likely,” he answered. 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. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient.
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