Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. White?” she asked, laughing. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. " Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled.
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