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CHAPTER XXI McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape of an oyster. We haven’t. The weather harmonized with their feelings. “Go it, miss!” cried one. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her.
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