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She read for half an hour, then closed the book because Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. ” He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room.
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