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THE RAIN-GIRL
She laughed gaily, then a moment after darted off like the wind.
"Let's run," she cried over her shoulder.
Beresford started after her, conscious of the absurd figure he must appear stumbling through the shingly sand after this fleet-footed creature.
Presently she dropped down suddenly, he almost falling over her.
"That was good," she panted, looking up at him with burning cheeks and sparkling eyes. "I feel like a mad thing this morning. What do you think of me?" she challenged.
"I think I would rather not say," he said quietly as he sank down beside her, and she turned and for some time sat looking out to sea.
