It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. " While Mr. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. ” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away. Pearls in the dawn light, flashing and burning! "You don't like your island?" "I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in. Having secured this,—for he was almost famished,—he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase one. His own peculiar genius—a miracle key to the hidden things in men's souls—had given him this immediate and astonishing illumination. Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water.
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