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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. . His hands came up, his face broke apart. The man’s passion was infectious. Some had the dignity and the aloofness of a rock in the sea; and others were as the polished pebbles on the sands—one saw the difference of pebble from pebble only by close scrutiny. "Not a moment is to be lost," cried Jack: "follow me. Annabel had been here then.
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