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VICTOR,
The jagged rocks, where the old Marblehead fort stood, were bathed in white moonlight, and the waves which curled lazily around them, as the tide ebbed slowly out, were crystal clear and topped with the daintiest flecks of foam. In the distance, Baker's twin eyes winked sleepily; on the Beverly side, the vari-colored lights of the Mayfloiver were twinkling mysterious messages to the five grim battleships that had anchored in the harbor, to pay their respects to the nation's chief executive. Music from the Corinthian Club stole across the bay, and fresh young voices, from the multitude of pleasure craft, caught up the orchestra's strain until the waters rang with melody.
The girl lifted her head, with quick pleasure, to listen. She had been sitting silent, on a great rock which the receding tide had left bare, her eyes fixed broodingly on the sea, as if her spirit had withdrawn into far spaces, and the man beside her had waited patiently for her soul's return. She smiled faintly now, and the fleecy scarf, falling away from her upturned
face, revealed dark eyes which glowed with strong feeling.
' ' I love it so ! " she exclaimed ; "all winter, I look forward to these days by the sea; there is nothing like the ocean — always changing, always old, yet always new. It fits into every mood, and my moods are many, Owen."
She broke off, laughing lightly, with one of her swift transitions from gravity to lightness, and the man smiled indulgently.
"What would a woman without moods be like?" he queried laughingly. "Like pictures without color; dancing without music ; firelight without glow; champagne without sparkle!"
But the laughing mood had left her, as swiftly as it came, and she was gazing across the waters again with the brooding, bitter expression that always brought a gripping pain to the man's heart. He bent over her suddenly, turning her face to him with gentle force.
"What is it, Florence?" he pleaded, his strong voice thrilling with intensity; "what do you think of, when
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