Spurlock stepped into the room. He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. It might be three yards in width, and a few more in length; but it was covered with ooze and slime, and the waves continually broke over it. I ought to have seen—” “It doesn’t matter a rap—if you’re not disposed to resent the—the way I behaved. ‘I know you, Gerald.
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