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Out of the Triangle

CHAPTER VIII
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You want to, don't you, my son ?" Martin nodded, and for the first time the stage-driver's family knelt together.

They whose souls had been sleeping were awake.
BY THE WAY.
Cliffs by the blue bay held many fossil shells.

Children sometimes strayed here and there with hammers, pounding out fossils from fallen pieces of the cliffs.

On the extent of sands that bordered the cliffs and stretched up the coast between them and the breakers, old stumps that had been months before brought in by the waves lay half buried from sight.

A short distance farther up the coast, the sands went a greater way inland, forming a nook where driftwood and stumps had accumulated.


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