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" "What's the matter, Ruth?" asked Spurlock, anxiously. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. " "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. . She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. " She departed reluctantly. . An incredible road he had elected to travel; he granted that it was incredible; and along this road somewhere would be Desire.
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