CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. He threw the doctor out of the Palazzo on his rear, sending him to the insane plague-infested streets. " "But you are young!" It was a protest, almost vehement. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. He could not know about the Remenham connection, could he? No one knew but her father and Martha. " Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of his aunt in the doorway. Bring me clothing, I beg of you. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered.
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