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The conflict was of short duration; for
Shotbolt was no match for his athletic antagonist. Ann Veronica decided she would have to go on with Capes another day,
and, looking up, discovered him sitting on a stool with his hands in his pockets
and his head a little on one side, regarding her with a thoughtful expression. Bird and have come hither. 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. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite
unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. They talked lightly
but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his
face. "Come here," said the petticoated tyrant.
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