"Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. “They were sent to me by Mr. Spurlock felt very well pleased with himself. “If he is not here now I can make myself safe. “You too were deceived.
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