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 Philip was gone. Before breakfast was set upon the table, Guida saw the Narcissus sail round Noirmont Point and disappear.
Her face had taken on a new expression since yesterday. An old touch of dreaminess, of vague anticipation was gone-that look which belongs to youth, which feels the confident charm of the unknown future. Life was revealed; b