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‘Not where we’re going. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. Then she moved towards the door. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. Little by little, she stopped hating him. CHAPTER IV The tourists returned to the Sha-mien at four o'clock. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements.
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