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was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly
normal digestion. A pair of long-lashed blue eyes studied them both as she slowly brought
her hands down to rest by her sides. She pulled him down by his lapels and arched
her head readily towards his neck. There's a man dying—Captain Darrell. What was his transport on
perceiving that a few yards above him a light was burning. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you
remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see
anything more tender or beautiful?"
"I remember. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into
surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. ”
He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room. "
He then hurried Darrell down another short flight of steps, and entered a small
chamber at the back of the house. “You are coming right out into life—facing it all. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much
as through pity. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the
devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. Wood, Sir," he added, with
much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not
that—" and he hesitated.
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