Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds.
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