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CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. Owing to this circumstance, Mr. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other. Presently he reached out and laid his hand upon Spurlock's motionless shoulders. They shall hear of me no more. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by U. " The spinsters nodded approvingly.
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