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” He played it cool, but he had seen it in her face. ” She glanced into his blue eyes wearily. Two separate search parties were formed to hike the areas near the Greene River as a panic spread over the town of Princeton Hills. Anyhow, there it is: YOU ARE NOT GOING THERE. He saw her, dripping with rosy pearls, rise out of the lagoon in the dawn light: he saw her flashing to and fro among the coco palms in the moonshine: he saw her breasting the hurricane, her body as full of grace and beauty as the Winged Victory of the Louvre. Some shadow of reserve seemed to have crept up between them. ‘She may well try to go back. Having secured this implement, he burst from his conductor, and, leaping into the hatch, as clowns generally spring into the clockfaces, when in pursuit of harlequin in the pantomime,—that is, back foremost,— broke into a fit of loud and derisive laughter, kicking his heels merrily all the time against the boards. III. “You were born for great things,” he said huskily.
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