He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. She crept out of the shadows. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. He waited. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now.
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