“My hiding-place--my beautiful retreat!” she exclaimed, under her breath, and looked with passionate intensity at the wild, rocky coast-line which stretched as far as eye could see on either side of the cliff where she was standing. “I am safe at last,” she whispered, a calmer expression taking the place of the haunted look in her eyes. “No one will find me here--I shall live and die in this secluded spot.” She walked a few steps backward and forward on the narrow conelike rock. “Who would follow me,” she cried, defiantly, as if challenging some sudden fear. “No, no, here I am secure--_quite safe_,” she repeated, emphatically, in her low musical voice, making a further attempt to quell her …
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