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. I knew it. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. He laughed at her heartily, and she laughed too as she had not for a year. Spurlock.
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