’ ‘Quite right, Gerald,’ approved Lucilla. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. 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. I was the last on board.
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