The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free. It’s well hidden, miss. " "You were born on the island?" "I believe so.
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