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"Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. Wood. “He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. So completely! The oddest fitness! What is it made of? Texture of skin and texture of mind? Complexion and voice. 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 kept opening her eyes and looking at it. Slowly Prudence Sindlesham nodded her head, her eyes never leaving his face. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. He turned, and beheld Winifred. Instinctively she imitated this action, chilled and a little frightened at the expression of terror that confronted her.
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