Spurlock began to munch his water-chestnuts. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. Sydney sprang up. Red apples and snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them! "I am going out for a little while," she said. ” “You are,” he answered unconsciously.
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