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They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. Immediately Spurlock began to chant one of these. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast.
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