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She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. C below. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. ’ ‘Get going, then,’ Trodger told his men. Her wings were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. “Let me help you,” he begged. "I must have dropped it when I took out my note-book. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. ’ He slid slowly down and collapsed to the stone floor, fainting dead away.
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