He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. Seems as she don’t trust soldiers easy. 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. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. Never really thought about Him—people don’t. Until two hours ago she was as contented and as happy as a linnet. Besides, she had admitted her identity. "Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts.
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