Out of the Past — page 164: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. | 161 lapped lovingly at her where it had laid her dead in the cradle of sand. Benedict came none too soon. He waited, standing over the bodies, with sobbing prayer, until Robert rose a madman, and Benedict fought with him for their lives. It was a mad fight. The sea waited greedily on either hand. ‘Their feet slipped into its sucking current. The hot sun broke through the clouds and beat upon them. Their bodies swayed black in the light from where Bab- ette saw them on their knees in the glare. At last Benedict crushed him down beside the peace- ful dead, gasping with spent breath: “Look in her face! Pray!” God knows whether or not it was prayer. Robert’s youth was dead. The bread of life had been turned to ashes. EORNICOOOKS. (CO