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" "Jack's mother?" exclaimed the young man. He took a handful of the gravelly mud, with which the platform was covered, and threw the small pebbles, one by one, towards the gleam. He dropped the key on the counterpane. I won't have a beachcomber on the island. He was as hard as a rock. ’ Gerald grinned. “But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None.
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