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They were bathing in the stream. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. “Mr. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. I can imagine nothing more pleasant in life than to help you, because I know it would pay to help you. Even your family. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave.
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