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In an instant, she turned on him. The island was snake-free. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. ’ ‘Bravo,’ applauded Lucilla, clapping her hands. " "Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the mother love. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things.
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