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He was not a
sailor. I think too much about myself. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the
best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption. Next instant, Gerald felt his wrist seized in an iron grip. She was supposed to be reading at home,
and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a
position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage
of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden
appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. Mac—the old gossip—knew about everything going on
in that part of the world; and if Enschede was anything up to the picture the girl
had drawn, McClintock would have heard of him, naturally. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. The wedding day came shortly after she turned
fourteen.
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