CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. ” “No,” she cried, “I will not. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. " "But, mother, mayn't I sit up to see whether Thames returns?" implored Winifred. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction.
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