"To-morrow it will be mine. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise.
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