’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. Here he found another strong door, making the fifth he had encountered. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Part 6 He became quite sure, by a sort of accumulation of reflection, as the day wore on. There came to Spurlock the recurrence of the grim resolution of what he had set out to do: that comradeship was all he might ever give this exquisite creature; for she was exquisite, and in a way she dominated this picture of sea and sky and sail.
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