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龙腾小说网小天风流the last spur of the coast range form, with its walls of lofty mountain龙腾小说网小天风流s hung with the mourning draperies of cloud.

On one side of this broad curve in the straight seaboard of the Republic o龙腾小说网小天风流f Costaguana, by the treachery of sunken rocks and the tempests of their shores. Sulaco had found an inviolable sanctuary from the temptations of a trading world in the solemn hush of the deep Golfo Placido as if within an enormous semi-circular and unroofed temple open to the ocean,