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" "You were born on the island?" "I believe so. \" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. . “Good-looking rascal she met at Worthing. He was a stranger. ” “I don’t understand. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin.
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