She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. She was by his side. She did not wince. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate.
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