She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. They were the three most beautiful women I had ever seen. The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. “Go on!” she commanded. I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use.
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