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Jenny sat gazing out at the lagoon and thinking about Philip Brooke. He was a stranger. He had said that in a crowd they might not even notice each other, but Jenny knew better. Almost certainly that arrogant gaze of his would pass over Jenny Manson, but there wasn't a woman anywhere who could come within a dozen yards of him and not be conscious of his magnetism. In any case, they weren't in a crowd! They were alone, quite alone, on a tropic beach.