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’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. A cold shiver came over her. “Annabel;” he moaned. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. ” “To bad rubbish. And instead of accepting the situation gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt! One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. ” Brendon reappeared, followed by a tall thin man with a stubbly brown moustache and restless grey eyes.
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