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SILVER SHOAL LIGHT
muring spaces to where the steady glimmer of Silver Shoal made a tiny nimbus in the night.
"It will watch us all the time," he whispered, "While—we're—"
"While we're asleep," said Joan; "which you are now."
She tucked the rug around him.
"Rouse me up for—my watch,—Ben—" he said drowsily.
"Ay, ay!" she smiled, bending to kiss him. “Good-night, dear person."
But he was asleep.
