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SETH!" she gasped.
The lightkeeper staggered back until his shoulders struck the doorpost.
"Good Lord!" he cried; "good.

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LORD! Why--why--EMELINE!" For over a minute the pair stared at each other, white and speechless.
Then Mrs.Bascom hurried to the door, darted out, and fled along the path around the cove to the bungalow.