Some days, his eyes were green. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. "My head fairly turns round. ” He said. “I think as I feel in a good humour it must be the latter. I packed so hurriedly that it will take me a long time to find my things.
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