To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant. "No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven.
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