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It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. They had always gone without because of their secret lifestyle. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. But with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a clod. " Which was literally the truth. Presently she saw Spurlock on the way to the lagoon. I'd like to be alone now. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him.
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