Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. "You are my prisoner, Jack. I’ve made no one happy. There is no other way. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. "She has, she has," said Jack, in a broken voice. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide.
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