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CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. Mrs. "Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment.
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