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The dark hair was blown all about her face She had on over her long

white sweater a loose silk waterproof of some sort, which blew every

way, but did not disturb the lines of her tall figure, nor lessen the

pale red and white which the sea breeze had stung into her cheeks She

did not smile, and her eyes, I say, looked steadily and seriously into

htly, as it see with me, as you know very well,"

said I "Am I not a poor man? Am I not an unsuccessful lover? Am I not

a failure under every test which you can apply? Am I not a coward--did

you not tell rew damp slowly "I didn't mean it," said she

"Then why did you say it?"

"It was long before--that was before last night, Harry You forget"

"What if it was?" I deht"

"I didn't mean it, Harry," said she, her voice low Her hand was still

on my ar a

circle on the wet sand where we stood