She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. ‘That’s my pet name. I don’t love you. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. " "There's some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window. ” She said mournfully. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon.
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