Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. The girl only smiled at him serenely, but she laid her hand for a moment quietly upon his. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool.
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