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I kicked the living shit out of him. I won't have a beachcomber on the island. He was instantly overpowered, and stretched upon the ground. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach you. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. "Thanks to you," said the doctor.
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