There was a gentle rustling of skirts. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design.
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