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CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. His hands came up, his face broke apart. “Lucy, I have to talk to you. Wood will be here presently. ‘There you have soldiers. " ***** "To me, you dirty blackguard!" cried Spurlock, flinging aside his helmet. ” “Yes. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. “Hello?” She asked as she cradled the phone by her ear.
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