" And he tossed it carelessly into the bottom of the boat. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. “There’s the classes,” said Constance, the well-informed. “Well, well, Martin. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. But to England we will go. It was only when they came into a square that daylight had a positive quality.
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