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A PREFERENCE FOR BLIND BELIEF
"I hope you thanked him!"
"I did!" he touched her hand quickly again and started off. But something in that last contact seemed to keep his every sense and impulse so restless and enlivened that it was still another hour and more before his nervous energies were tired to a possibility of sleep.
But at last he made his way from the docks and deserted streets into which he had wandered, and climbed the Hoe to his hotel. And, as he turned to gaze out upon the sound, the lights of the Brazilian mail ship, which sailed at midnight, were far out beyond the harbor lamps and slowly disappearing beyond the black of the southern horizon.
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