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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. There was absolute quiet. They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna, with a little laugh, threw open the window and let in the cool night air. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me.
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