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🏆 She saw the vision of him that night, as, leaning from her window, she looked out beyond the pines: the little lonely ship amid the waste of waters; his beautiful, almost womanish, face, and the gentle dreamy eyes with their haunting suggestion of a shadow. “It doesn’t matter, dearie,” she explained. “They know, if they find it open, that I’m in.”!

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