Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. 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. " "But you can imagine it. Nigel Ennison, Annabel. Well, let him be honest. " "Then this is not my child?" exclaimed she, with increased astonishment.
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