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"And thereto I plight thee my troth."
How warm and steady the small hand was, lying in his: then gently withdrawn. Torps was trying to attract attention—What was his trouble? The ring—Of course, the ring....
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"Those whom, God hath joined together let no man put asunder."
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Life's haven at last! Or had all life been a cruise within the harbour: and this the beat to open sea ... The Brave Adventure?
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"The peace of God which passeth all understanding ... remain with you now and for evermore."
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