“All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. Once, both Ruth and Spurlock accompanied McClintock far south, to an island of blacks; and Spurlock had his first experience with the coconut dance and the booming of wooden tom-toms. “Life is upsetting enough, without the novels taking a share,” said Mr. "Leave him to me," he said. There were no mourners. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. “Read this, John. Figg?" said Jack, peevishly.
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