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Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. But, in spite of her attractions, we shall address ourselves to the younger, and more interesting couple. And now, come and sit by me, my dear, and let's have a little quiet chat together. Your purpose is done. "You've arrived sooner than I expected, Sir Rowland," observed the thief-taker. It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. \"Yep.
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