She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. He jumped back, cursing. If Jack should die, all though her fault, she could never forgive herself. No, none at all. One might suppose him turning up; he knew a lot of clever people, and some of them might belong to the class.
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