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The cause of this uproar was soon manifest. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day. A white man takes his life in his hands. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. " "Others may, if you won't," muttered Jack, retiring. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish. She observed the tides, amazed by how high the water could rise, almost touching the tops of the cliffs. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. ” He looked interrogation with a faint smile. He knew very well that his muscles were flabby, and his nerve by no means what it should be. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more. Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now. ” She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. Vorsack would just have to live with it.
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