A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. “Ciao, Fragolina. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may do your worst, I defy you. At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell.
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