“So, how’d it go?” Lucy sighed. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. You tonic my liver and you tonic my soul. If, around noon, a coconut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. I've an idea it'll be that long before the chap gets up.
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