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"I don't believe McClintock would have gone into convulsions at the sight of it. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. You are the High Priestess of Life. ” “Not exactly. She became angry with herself. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. The knight, who could ill brook this familiarity, instantly arose. I don’t care. "Who, then?" demanded Jack. Lucy sat in the back seat as the trio sped through intersections in the old sedan.
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