"You lie!" Head down, fists doubled, Spurlock rushed: only to be met with a kick which was intended for the groin but which struck the thigh instead. “I’ll never be happy again! I hate you! But most of all, what you have made me! A flesh-eating demon cannibal, just like you! I should be dead, dead and lying at the bottom of the sea. There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. " "Ah," said Spurlock; "that kind of a man. “No one has a better right than I to be with you. But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her.
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