A quarter of an hour passed. Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. ” Her heart had warmed toward him. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. ’ ‘Probably not. ‘Well, water under the bridge is that, miss. Only I wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. Wily little devil she is. " Darrell's attention was drawn to the latter part of this speech by a slight pressure on his foot.
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