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"I can't say I did," replied Wood, somewhat reluctantly; "what with the confusion incident to the storm, and the subsequent press of business, I put it off till it was too late. In the South Seas, money is the eliminated middleman. Spurlock has gone. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. He was nearly wincing. Gerald shook his head. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. She was bathed in turbid water that had already been used. Drink for him had a queer phase.
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