Within forty-eight hours the girl would be on her way east and the boy see-sawing the South China Sea, for ever moving at absolute angles. "It's a mercy you both escaped!" ejaculated Wood, only just finding his tongue. The youth of them! And what was he going to do when they left his island? What would Donald McClintock be doing with himself, when youth left the island, never more to return? Ruth was thrilling with joy. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death.
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