Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. He had seldom been more perturbed. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. It always comes out sooner or later. His foot touched the rounded edge of the starling, and glanced off, precipitating him into the water.
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