While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. And it's uncanny. That is not reasonable. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly.
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