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I'm a poor nurse. "I haven't any answer for that; but I'm going back after her. " So saying, she retired, and Jack entered the cell. \" He paused in awkward silence as they walked outside the red double doors. You hear what I say, Quilt?" he added, looking at Jack. Presently he heard her voice. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. He was not a sailor.
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