’ She bit her lip, but her eyes betrayed her. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. One of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light. And catching hold of Thames, he quitted the deck. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. Happy Thanksgiving.
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