" "On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately. He had grabbed her in the stream, embracing her naked body tightly, running his hands over her breasts and clutching her buttocks. She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth.
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