But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. I'm burning up. Wild, Captain?" remonstrated the other, in a deferential tone.
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