\" Now it was Michelle’s turn to laugh. Come home alone. H'm!" Over the desk, on the wall, was a map of the South Pacific archipelagoes, embossed by a number of little circles drawn in red ink. “A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?” Michelle chided her friend. “He looks as though he did, at any rate. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. Wood. I am yours for the making over. “How’s Mrs.
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