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"You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. Something tells me I am rushing on greater danger. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it. I understand. The coconut plantation covered the west side. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me.
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