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Treasure Island - Stevenson, Robert Louis ยท 51 words

Treasure Island - Stevenson, Robert Louis

It was high time, for I now began to be tortured with thirst. The glow of the sun from above, its thousandfold reflection from the waves, the sea water that fell and dried upon me, caking my very lips with salt, combined to make my throat burn and my brain ache.

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