He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. There!" Out of the dark unruffled sapphire of the lagoon came vertical flashes of burning silver, singly and in groups. ” “I am glad that you have a reasonable excuse for not having been to see me,” she said good-humouredly.
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