She had flung away from her father’s support with the finest assumption of personal independence. The south-east end of the island was hillocky, with volcanic subsoil. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. If they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. We fetched the doctor and the police.
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