There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. Personally, however, I doubt if—’ ‘Charvill?’ interrupted Gerald without ceremony, all his senses at once on the alert. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. He trembled violently.
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