" "What for?" demanded the turnkey. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. “Hand me the Jergens lotion, will you? How’d it go with John?” She asked. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man.
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