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The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. I'd like to be alone now. ‘Certainly no one will find it. " "I imagine I've been in a kind of trance. After the sights he would have to twiddle his thumbs until the joints cracked. She felt flattered. The ladies were, as usual, very gaily dressed; and as usual, also, had resorted to art to heighten their attractions— From patches, justly placed, they borrow'd graces, And with vermilion lacquer'd o'er their faces. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. ’ Lucilla sat up.
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