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The Mystery of the Sea
all the cloudiness of the saline deposit of centuries, flashed red lights everywhere.
"Rubies!" cried Marjory who stood close to me, clapping her hands. "Oh! how lovely. Darling!" she added kissing me, for her expression of delight had to find a vent on something.
"Next!" I said as I bent to the iron chest to lift out another of the caskets.
I drew back with a shudder; Marjory looking anxiously at my face divined the cause and cried in genuine alarm:
"The tide! The tide is rising; and is shutting us in!"
