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carpeted the winding path. Yes, it was here by
that tall slender fir that they had stood for that one moment of intense happiness [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when the thunder of the sea
filling the air around them had almost forbidden speech [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and the strange light had flashed in his dark eyes. She
passed the spot with slow, lingering steps and quickening pulses, and opening the little hand-gate, climbed
slowly up the cliff.
At the summit she paused and looked around. A low grey mist hung over the moor yilai:
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http://www.darknessevolution.fora.pl/forum-for-other-languages,20/on-the-makaloa-mat-londonjack-publishedaaokci,42232.html#50498, and twilight had cast its
mantle of half-veiled obscurity over sea and land. A wind too had sprung up [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], blowing her ulster and skirts
around her, and driving the mist across the moor in clouds of small, fine rain. Before her she could just see the
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dim outline of the opposite hill, with its dark patch of firs, and Falcon's Nest, bare and distinct, close up
against its side. The wind and the rain blew against her, but she took no heed. All personal discomforts
seemed so little beside these memories tinged with such a peculiar s[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]tness. It is a fact that a woman is able
to extract far more pleasure from memories than a man, for there is in his