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. But he was wide awake. Don’t be afraid that I shall stunt it. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. ‘You the fellow Gerald spoke to?’ Kimble flushed beetroot, and Melusine had a flash of insight. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. From the centre of the ceiling hung a replica of the temple lamp in the Taj Mahal.
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