It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach. "I am an officer in the execution of my duty. You will be wearing your travelling dress, and no doubt you would prefer it. A young man was playing the banjo. I'll send for Wu Fang. A rock gave way to deep water. I know something about men. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. He did not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine. She became aware of the Scotch student regarding her with stupendous amazement, a tea-cup poised in one hairy hand and his faceted glasses showing a various enlargement of segments of his eye.
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