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Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. ’ ‘That’s easy. 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. They don’t know who did it, actually. She told me the tale the other night, and I've only elaborated it. It was locked.
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