He's had a hard knock somewhere; and until he is strong enough to walk, we must keep his interest away from that thought. Diedermeyer, sweetheart? He just went in. Mrs. “I don’t know how, but I always manage to find a 164 fiddle if there is one around. He “went in” for microscopy in the unphilosophical Victorian manner as his “hobby. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept.
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