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He did not think of her as a killer, he could barely conceive it. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive.
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