. ’ ‘Well, I am glad he did not,’ intervened Lucilla, forestalling another withering comment from the captain. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. “You see the pointer?” he asked. Melusine fetched her stool and plonked it down next to her great-aunt’s chair. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends.
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