‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice. Gosse sneered. CHAPTER XXI McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape of an oyster. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both.
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