"A sail?" said McClintock. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. I want my freedom. "What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. It is like a second honeymoon. He turned back at once.
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