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When she told him that the natives called her The Dawn Pearl, his delight was unbounded. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. The winters were terrible in cold climates, and she often had been driven to dig herself large underground pits where she waited it out like a mole in the cold months. ‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia. “Would they make her Queen?” She asked innocently. She tipped his mouth towards her own and kissed him. “You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest.
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