Part 7 For a time the biological laboratory was full of healing virtue. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. " "Try to leave the room, and see whether I daren't," returned Jack, opening the blade. ’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily.
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