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it away. ‘Why did you do that?’ cried the girl, with a sud-
den pang of remorse for which she could not account. The
shred of cloth, caught by a weed, lingered for an instant on
the surface of the water. Almost at the same moment, the
pair, raising their eyes, saw the schooner which bore Rufus
Dawes back to bondage glide past the opening of the trees
and disappear. When they looked again for the strange relic
of the desperado of Port Arthur, it also had vanished.

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