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‘But how do you come here?’ ‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly. "Mrs. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself. . It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. ‘One would take it that the house had been ransacked. ’ ‘In a way she had been,’ said Prudence. He looked at his friend. Do not mistake me. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. The pearls were really yours?" "They were left to me by my mother. "Where did you find it!" asked Wood.
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