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CHAPTER IV. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn.
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