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  down my back. 'I am glad. . . .' I managed to mutter, '. . . . very glad. . . .' She glanced at me warningly and laid her finger on her lips, then nodded toward the landing. I shook his hand, which was sticky from the sweet-meats.

Good-bye. . . . I have barely time. . . .' I mumbled and followed the woman toward my boat."

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