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THE DEAD-LINE
"Is there anything you feel you ought to take along with you?"
"Nothing," she whispered.
"Then are you ready?"
"Quite ready," was her answer.
She heard the snap of the light-switch. She heard him quietly turn the key in the cabin door. She knew, as she stood with her hand on his sleeve, that he was listening and waiting for the sentry's steps. He waited until they passed and died away toward the bow of the ship. Then he noiselessly opened the door and drew her out after him into the blackness of the balmy, musky-odoured midnight air.
