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There was a long silence, broken at last by Mary saying, "Perhaps what some folk say of Moll is true,--that it is an evil gift she has. And yet she has a sweet face and gentle manner." "I wonder if 't is truth, what they say of old Dimond, her father," said Dorothy, her chin supported in one soft palm, while her eyes looked off over the water, motionless almost as the seaweed growing on the scarred rocks along the shore, left bare by the low tide. "What is that?" Mary asked. "Why, that whenever there was a dark, s…