Meet me. CHAPTER XXI McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape of an oyster. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. In truth, Sheila never saw Lucy murder anyone at all, she only saw the blood. Let us proceed with our tale.
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