’ There was a pause. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. ” “Of course not,” Anna said. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s.
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