Cocking the gun. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. He then unfolded his choice and held it before her face. " Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting as merrily as before. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. I should be sorry if Shotbolt got the reward.
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