CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. This year—I’ve got it badly. Her tears dissipated as she began to convulse, completely devoid of any spare fluid. ’ ‘Oh yes, or walked through the walls, I dare say. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. Spurlock bent his head to the rail. His demeanour then was sober enough to lend colour to that belief.
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