She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. " "Not your only chance, Thames," returned Jack, in the same undertone; "but your best. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. “Sheila and Mark McCloskey?” Michelle asked. He then made off.
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