CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. Wood and the waterman, meanwhile, proceeded in the direction of St. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. He went in there, and he was in there for a good half hour. ’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided.
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