“You poor thing. ”
162
“Mmmm-hmmm. ”
“It isn’t that you’re splendid or I,” said Capes. "Many thanks, Sir," replied Thornhill, with freezing politeness; "but Id not
require assistance. The ambitions of his life, and they were many, seemed to
lie far away, broken up dreams in some outside world where the way was rough
and the sky always grey. Am I mistaken? Is
your heart mine?"
"It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. 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. "
The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. Hastening in the direction of the sound, he discovered
Thames Darrell, stretched upon the ground.
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