She gave up as he finished, spending himself in her mouth. The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. He beamed as she whispered to 22 him that she had seen a table so fine or tasted such wonders.
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