“I’m sorry I told you that, Michelle. He is extremely
old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat. Henceforth Ruth would closely observe her fellow women
and note the hang of their skirts. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working
son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. He could only wonder that this amazing thing had remained so long a secret to
him. Edward Bribble stood between them with an open book. Thus, McClintock carried to Copeley's
press about half a million pounds of copra. The latter
gentleman did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly,
and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance. "You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old
Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob
him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—"
Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and,
when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. Curiosity to see
what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts.
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