Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. What'll you be doing?" "What can I do?" asked Spurlock, raising his haggard face. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance.
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