“I am off to-night,” he said. He decided that Hoddy should pay a colossal price for the Dawn Pearl—shame, loneliness, torment, for only through these agencies would he learn your worth. She could feel her face turning beet red. Three short days. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. " "At least, I will hope so," returned Winifred. “There is some mystery about you both,” he exclaimed, with sudden earnestness. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. We want it badly at the present time. It shall be done as you direct. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites.
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