‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. ‘It will suit me very well that you go away, because you are a person without sense and I do not wish to talk to you. He was caked with dried muck. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava.
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