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The water was cold but she waded deeper. She felt that she was not alone. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. Lucy could smell that Michelle was the body type that easily became cancerous, and fast. I couldn’t help the thought. There was no one to be seen. A crowd was collected round the fellow, who was rapidly disposing of his stock. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair. “Life is upsetting enough, without the novels taking a share,” said Mr. " "I hope not," replied Wild.
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