"A sail?" said McClintock. ’ She turned, her eyes narrowed. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. ” She was silent. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon.
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