My nerves were in rags. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. And son of a pig,’ she grunted, baring her teeth. Blue Ruin will do the job nicely. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. Like a petulant child he snapped. ’ ‘And me,’ came the guttural response, ‘I will certainly murder you the very next time I am compelled to see your face. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava.
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