She drank it obediently. ’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. G'night, kids.
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