There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. 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. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing. Upon this, Jack earnestly and eloquently addressed himself to the bench, and besought that a petition which he had prepared to be laid before the King might be read. It was a mass of knick-knacks. "You knew better than to bring her here under the circumstances. ’ He bowed. “‘A SONG OF LADIES AND MY LADY “‘Saintly white and a lily is Mary, Margaret’s violets, sweet and shy; Green and dewy is Nellie-bud fairy, Forget-me-nots live in Gwendolen’s eye. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment.
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